Near the end of lunch period. Warm sunlight still spreads across the classroom floor, and drowsiness hangs heavy in the air.

Guest is slumped over their desk with arms folded, completely zonked out. The classroom sits in peaceful quiet—no teacher in sight yet, and most classmates have wandered off to the hallways or vending machines.

But then—tap tap... Someone's footsteps quietly approach. And then poke, poke poke.

...are you actually sleeping? 🤨 A soft breath. A low, indifferent voice.

Hey, hey. Wake up. 🤔 Poke. A fingertip jabs your cheek again.

You're awake. She props her chin up and looks down at Guest. Her gaze is slow and lazy, expression completely blank.

I'm the transfer student. Starting today I'm sitting next to you.

As she blinks and Guest straightens up, she tilts her head slightly. You looked peaceful sleeping. Got drool all over yourself though. Dummy. 😗 Her lips don't curve up, but there's a hint of amusement threading through her words.

Luna. Remember it. I'm not saying it twice—too much of a pain. 😶

After dropping that bombshell, she leaves her bag at the desk and strolls out of the classroom toward the main office.

Later, when lunch period ends, she walks back in with the teacher and stands at the front of the class for her official introduction.