Shirayuki walked down the corridor until she finally stopped in front of a classroom door.
Class 1-A.
Without hesitation, she opened the door and stepped inside.
The classroom was spacious and bright, with large windows on the left side allowing sunlight to stream in softly.
Some students were already seated in their places, while others were still chatting casually.
As soon as she entered, her eyes were immediately drawn to a sheet of paper neatly posted in the center of the blackboard—large enough to be seen from every corner of the room.
It wasn't just a list of names.
But… a seating chart.
She stepped closer, standing among a few other students who were still observing it with various expressions.
Her gaze remained calm as she began tracing the arrangement of seats.
Until—
She found it.
The very back corner. Near the window.
Her name was clearly written there.
A position far from the center of the crowd.
Quiet.
And… comfortable.
However, her gaze didn't stop there.
Slowly, she followed the line forward.
Right in front of her—Aizen.
One row ahead—
Ryuusei.
Then, on Aizen's right—
Akira.
And behind Akira…
Which meant, directly to her right—
MikazukiYuu.
Shirayuki fell silent for a moment. Not out of confusion. But because the arrangement felt… too neat.
As if it wasn't random. But rather, deliberately planned.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
The wind from the classroom window drifted in gently, stirring the curtains and strands of her platinum blonde hair.
"…What is this."
She murmured softly.
Shirayuki could no longer maintain her calm expression.
As if fate itself had been carefully woven by God.
It seemed…
Today wouldn't be that simple.
.
.
.
Shirayuki walked toward her seat, brushing off the strange feeling that had briefly crossed her mind.
Her steps stopped at the back corner, near the window.
Without hesitation, she pulled the chair and sat down calmly, letting her body lean back slightly as she steadied herself.
The classroom slowly began to fill.
Light conversations, the scraping of chairs, and small laughter blended together, creating an atmosphere that was lively yet still ordinary.
But—
Those four… had not appeared yet.
Shirayuki frowned slightly.
Weren't they supposed to have arrived before me?
Forget Aizen, but if it's Akira… maybe she had to report to the teachers' office first?
That made sense.
Her gaze shifted, sweeping slowly across the room.
Some students glanced in her direction—briefly, then quickly looked away as if they didn't want to be caught.
Others chose to keep their distance.
No one tried to approach.
No one spoke to her.
Their attitude… was clear.
Hesitant.
The name Kujo was not something to be taken lightly.
As part of that family, people would naturally keep their distance—careful in their behavior, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
Afraid… of offending Shirayuki.
She turned her gaze toward the window.
Her expression returned to neutral.
"…Troublesome."
In the novel, Shirayuki Kujo's life wasn't described in detail. She was only portrayed as a quiet and shy girl who secretly harbored feelings for her fiancé.
But if the seating arrangement was like this…
Didn't that mean she could only watch her fiancé grow closer to another woman, right in front of her?
Wasn't this too cruel?
It seemed this was the fate of a background character. Her pain didn't matter.
The classroom was still filled with light chatter when the door suddenly slid open.
Sreettt.
Several heads immediately turned. Two figures stood at the doorway.
The first stepped in without hesitation.
His hair was dark blue, slightly falling over his forehead, with eyes of the same color—deep, calm, and hard to read.
His steps were light, almost soundless.
Yet somehow… his presence was immediately felt.
From his features, he was Mikazuki Yuu.
Then behind him, Kirishima Ryuusei followed in with a completely different aura.
His hair was dark brown, slightly messy yet still neat, while his eyes were a greenish-yellow—sharp, as if they could pierce through anything they saw.
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Mikazuki Yuu stood in front of the blackboard, looking at the seating chart with a calm expression.
His eyes moved slowly, following the arrangement of names one by one.
Beside him, Kirishima Ryuusei let out a short sigh, staring at the paper with slightly furrowed brows.
"Seriously?" he muttered. "Even the seats are assigned."
Yuu smiled faintly.
"Isn't that normal?"
"What part of it is normal," Ryuusei replied casually. "Feels like elementary school."
Yuu chuckled softly.
"Where's my seat?"
Yuu stepped closer, scanning the chart quickly.
"Third row, left side, near the window."
"Then where did you get?"
Yuu shifted his gaze.
"The back, huh…"
His smile widened slightly.
Ryuusei followed his line of sight, then narrowed his eyes.
"Hmm…"
"What is it?" Yuu asked lightly.
Ryuusei didn't answer immediately.
"Isn't she that sickly kid from the Kujo family? She rarely shows up at parties or formal events. Rumor says she's quiet. Boring." His tone was flat, almost indifferent.
Yuu didn't turn right away. But his eyes shifted slightly to the side. Toward the figure in the back corner.
Shirayuki.
His smile remained the same.
Gentle.
Hard to read.
"Who knows."
Yuu then walked toward his seat, followed by Ryuusei, who didn't seem very interested.
When they arrived, Yuu paused for a moment.
He turned to the side. Toward Shirayuki. His smile lifted gently.
"Good morning, Kujo-san."
His voice was calm. Warm, yet still difficult to read.
"I hope we can become closer from now on."