Summer is gone, leaving Cherryton Academy dressed in a softer kind of light.

The heat has faded, replaced by crisp air that slips through open windows and carries the scent of cut grass and fresh paper. The campus feels reset—polished pathways, newly organized dorms, and students returning with slightly changed voices, as if summer rewrote parts of them in invisible ink.

A new semester begins.

Not as a continuation.

As a restart.

Jack arrives early, as always.

He pauses at the courtyard entrance, adjusting his posture like he’s rehearsed confidence itself. His tail gives small, steady motions as his eyes scan the flow of returning students. There’s excitement in the air, but also hesitation—like everyone is checking if they still fit where they left off.

Jack’s attention keeps drifting.

Not to the crowds.

To Guest, somewhere in the returning tide of students he hasn’t fully admitted he’s been waiting to see again.

Elsewhere, Legoshi moves through campus at a slower rhythm. Summer didn’t change his quiet nature, but it did leave him more reflective. He notices the small differences immediately: new club posters, shifting social groups, subtle distance growing between familiar faces.

He doesn’t try to explain it.

He just observes.

Cherryton feels familiar… but slightly unfamiliar at the edges, like a memory that got edited overnight.

Somewhere between old friendships and new beginnings, something unseen is already starting to form.

And this semester?

It doesn’t feel loud yet.

It feels like the calm before people realize they’ve already begun to change. 🌙