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"People respect it when someone they are distant from is boring and harmless.However, they only like that person because he or she doesn't get in their way.No human would want to hang around a boring person." – Featherine Augustus Aurora
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POV: Omniscient.
Within the hushed confines of the ANHS, one office stood out for its austerity and manifest significance. It was not merely a room filled with files and functional furniture; it was the sanctum of power, the very heart of the institution: the director's office.
At its center sat an authoritative figure, Director Narumori Sakayanagi, the guardian of this pinnacle of education. A man in his forties, his presence commanded respect. His gray hair, cut short, framed his face with distinction, forming two meticulously combed locks that met above his forehead. Behind sleekly designed glasses, his eyes scrutinized the documents spread out before him with sharpness.
The elegance of his attire, impeccably professional, only enhanced the aura of seriousness and competence emanating from him. Seated there, in this world of dark woodwork and studious silence, Director Narumori Sakayanagi embodied calmness and confidence, like a captain navigating with calm and determination through the academic responsibilities of his prestigious high school.
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*Knock knock knock...*
In the solemn atmosphere of the office, where until now a nearly monastic calm had reigned, disturbed only by the methodical ticking of the clock and the gentle rustling of papers, the sudden and distinctive noise knocking at the door cut sharply through the silence. This knocking, calculated with such precision that it was loud enough to reach the attentive ears of the director without being intrusive or alarming, signaled an interruption.
At that moment, the director set aside the sheet he was examining and looked up, his gaze resting on the closed door that stood before him. A subtle smile, tinged with a hint of warmth, brushed his lips. Was it the anticipated arrival of an expected visitor, or merely the serene welcome of a disruption in his routine of solitude? His tranquil expression and the sparkle in his eye suggested he was neither surprised nor disturbed by the knock at his door.
Narumori: Yes, please come in.
No further words were necessary; under the benevolent gaze of Director Sakayanagi, the door creaked open to reveal the awaited figures. Two individuals and... a cat, made their entrance.
Among them, one figure stood out distinctly, an eminent personality, famous as much for her pen as for her sharp wit, a recognized intellectual, even deemed a genius. This young woman, with long purple hair cascading down to the middle of her back, bore a remarkable presence. Her brown strapless dress, adorned with frills and enhanced by a yellow ribbon topped with a green stone, was complemented by a light jacket extending to her knees. And on her shoulder, an unusual companion: a black cat, adorned with a purple ribbon on its tail, busying itself with grooming. Indeed, it was she, Tohya Hachijo, the revered author, whose every encounter was seen as a privilege. Her slightly arrogant smile betrayed a confidence and a natural elegance.
