A melody unheard - Suguru Geto

First Encounters: 2

6:30AM

Y/N slowly stirred from her slumber, her senses awakening as the morning chill filled the room. She yawned softly, rubbing her sleep-heavy eyes. The air nipped at her skin like tiny icy fingers, a stark contrast to the warm sanctuary she had been wrapped in. With a reluctant sigh, she pushed the covers away and sat up, her hair tousled and messy.

Y/N stood before her closet, eyeing her uniform with a small frown. The navy fabric of the pleated skirt looked crisp and formal, but she knew it would offer little warmth against the chilly morning air. With a resigned sigh, she picked up the skirt and held it in front of her, feeling the cool weight of the material. Not putting it on and bringing that uniform to the bathroom

Y/N stepped into the shower, the cool water hitting her like a refreshing shock, jolting her fully awake. She quickly adjusted the temperature, and soon a comfortable warmth engulfed her, washing away the morning chill. The steam clouded the air, making it hazy and warm. She let the water cascade over her skin, cleansing away the remnants of sleep and leaving her feeling invigorated.

After several minutes of savoring the soothing water, she finally turned off the shower and reached for a towel, patting her body dry before wrapping the towel around her and stepping out of the enclosure.

With her hair now dry, Y/N began to dress in her uniform. The dark navy fabric felt cool against her skin as she pulled the blouse over her head, buttoning it with careful precision. She then reached for the pleated skirt, the navy fabric rustling softly as she stepped into it and adjusted it around her legs, before putting the navy jacket on.

Stepping in front of the mirror, Y/N paused for a moment, smoothing out any wrinkles in her uniform before taking a quick glance at her reflection. Satisfied, she took a deep breath and prepared herself to face the day.

Y/N trekked through the seemingly endless halls of the unfamiliar school, her heart thudding nervously in her chest as she approached the classroom assigned to her by Yaga. The corridor was abnormally quiet, with an eeriness that heightened her anxiety. When she finally reached the door, she hesitated for a moment, her hand resting on the cool, smooth surface. She took a deep, trembling breath, attempting to calm her racing thoughts before slowly pushing the door inward.

Y/N's eyes scanned the room, taking in the unfamiliar faces of her fellow students. She noticed a boy with his dark hair pulled back in a bun, the rogue strand hanging over his forehead. Next, her eyes rested on the girl with chocolate-colored hair, a small beauty mark delicately placed under her eye. Finally, her gaze settled on the enigmatic boy with white hair and sunglasses, each of their presences filling her with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Y/N quietly made her way to the back of the classroom, settling herself in a seat somewhat isolated from the other students. Her eyes flicked around the room, taking in their relaxed demeanor and their lack of attempts to engage her in conversation. The silence in the room was almost oppressive, punctuated only by the soft murmur of chatter amongst the other students, who seemed to pay her no mind.

After a few minutes or so, the silence in the room was interrupted by the sound of the door at the front of the room opening. In walked Yaga, a stern look on his face as he surveyed the students in the classroom. Immediately, the conversation amongst the students came to a halt, and every eye turned to face him.

Masamichi's stern yet not unfriendly voice cut through the quiet atmosphere, catching everyone's attention. He gestured towards Y/N, who fidgeted nervously in her seat, feeling her muscles tense as the trio of students turned their gazes on her. The boy with white hair and sunglasses smirked slightly, while the girl gave a small smile and a slight wave while the boy with black hair regarded her silently. "This is Y/N," Principal Yaga stated. "Please make sure she feels welcome here."

Yaga's words hung heavily in the air, and Y/N could feel the weight of the trio's gazes fixated on her. She fidgeted in her seat, feeling a mix of embarrassment and unease creeping beneath her skin. As the silence loomed overhead, the white-haired boy finally spoke up, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. "So, you're the new student," he said, his tone tinted with subtle sarcasm. "You're awfully quiet, aren't you?"

The boy with the dark hair, who had been quietly observing Y/N, bristled slightly as the white-haired boy mocked her silence. He shot his classmate a disapproving glance before redirecting his attention to Y/N, his voice taking on a softer, more kind tone. "Don't mind him," he reassured her, his words carrying a surprising warmth. "He tends to speak without thinking."

Y/N, though feeling a mix of uneasiness and self-consciousness, managed to muster a response to the trio. Her words were quiet but still noticeable in the semi-quiet room. She fidgeted nervously with the hem of her skirt, her gaze darting around yet still avoiding direct eye contact. "Oh, no, it's fine," she whispered, her voice almost inaudible.

The dark-haired boy's demeanor softened as Y/N spoke up. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips before replying, "Nah, he's annoying as hell. Don't worry about him," his voice reassuring.

Masamichi , who had been watching the interaction between the students intently, finally interrupted. "That's enough, you three," he spoke firmly, his authoritative voice cutting through the air. The trio of students instantly fell silent. The white-haired boy grumbled to himself irritably, his gaze now averted from Y/N.

Yaga diverted his gaze to Y/N, his stern expression slightly softening. He pointed at the trio as he identified them. "Those three troublemakers are Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Shoko Ieiri," he explained, gesturing toward each of them in turn. "Try and get used to Satoru," he added, giving the white-haired boy a noticeably reproachful glance.

Y/N nodded in acknowledgment to Yaga's words, her gaze briefly resting on the trio before returning to the Masamichi. He continued, his tone shifting to a more directive one. "Today, we'll be training," he announced, his gaze roaming over the classroom. "You've all made remarkable improvement, and it's time for us to evaluate your skills."

As soon as Masamichi brought up the topic of training, Satoru groaned loudly and rolled his eyes, clearly disgruntled. "Why do I even need to train? I'm already the strongest," he grumbled, slouching back in his chair. Suguru and Shoko sighed in annoyance, clearly familiar with his attitude. Yaga disregarded his complaining, not even acknowledging it, and proceeded with his instructions.

Yaga gave Satoru a disapproving look, clearly irritated by his protestions. "Enough complaining, Satoru," he scolded firmly. "Just because you're strong doesn't mean you can be lackadaisical." Yaga then addressed all of the students, his gaze moving over them. "All right, everyone move. Head out to the training field and get started on your exercises," he commanded.