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THE HEAVY DOORS OF KOIZUMI ACADEMY CREAKED OPEN, AND A HUSH FELL OVER THE ENTRANCE HALL. Ai stepped inside, her posture perfect, chin slightly raised. Her uniform fit like it had been tailored just for her, emphasizing her slim figure, while her ink-black hair cascaded down her back in sleek waves.
She moved down the hallway like it was her own personal runway, leaving behind a faint, sweetly cold scent that seemed to mesmerize everyone she passed.
Behind her, whispers started bubbling up.
"Oh my god, look at her hair... it's fucking perfect," murmured one girl to her friend group, eyes wide with admiration.
"I'd kill for a body like that," sighed another girl, her tone tinged with envy.
Ai's lips curved ever so slightly. *They've clearly never seen real perfection before*, she thought, amused.
This school, famed for being the most prestigious in Japan, was filled with the elite — perfect girls, privileged boys, all reaching for some ideal. But today, they were about to learn what true elegance looked like.
Her gaze turned cold as she scanned the faces of the students she passed, examining each detail — their uniforms, their bags, their shoes. Nothing special ,she thought with chilly satisfaction. They're all just copies, playing by the same rules, clinging to some illusion of elite status...but lacking any real shine.
She'll be the only shinning star in this school
As she passed a group of students, she noticed one girl staring, mouth agape. Ai shot her a look of mild disdain and leaned in just close enough to murmur, "Better close your mouth, babe, or you'll catch flies."
The girl flushed, glancing down quickly under Ai's icy gaze, and Ai continued down the hall,
As she approached her new class, she adjusted her collar slightly, a reminder to everyone that even the simplest gestures could look graceful on her. A sly smile played at her lips — she knew every gaze was glued to her. She pushed open the classroom door, her mind already filling with images of her reign here.
The history teacher, obviously dazzled, stared at Ai for a second too long before snapping out of it. Clearing her throat, she attempted to regain control, clapping her hands to quiet the class, which was already buzzing with whispers about Ai.
"Alright, everyone... settle down, please," she said, still looking at Ai with a mix of amazement and uncertainty.
"Ahem," she continued, clearing her throat. "Today, we're welcoming a new student, Ai."
She paused, trying to sound composed. "Ai couldn't start with us at the beginning of the term due to professional commitments abroad... as a model." She glanced around at the class as a wave of murmurs swept through. "Welcome, Ai. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
Ai scanned the room, letting her gaze linger just long enough to make each student feel its weight. Then, in a soft, melodic voice, distant yet undeniably captivating, she spoke.
"My name's Ai. I'm looking forward to... getting along this year."
She dipped her head in a small, graceful bow.
Her voice floated through the room like music, holding everyone's attention. Without waiting for questions, she gave Mrs. Takahashi a brief smile before elegantly taking a seat near the window.
All through history class, Ai discreetly observed the students around her, noting every detail, every flaw, every expression. Nothing special here, she thought with cold amusement.
These girls, staring at her while pretending to take notes, those guys too nervous to hold her gaze... Nothing impressive.
Suddenly, she sensed someone staring intently at her. She turned her head slightly to her right, catching the eye of a blonde girl beside her, who was grinning mischievously.
"Hey... love your hair, girl,"
the blonde whispered, quickly glancing at the teacher to make sure she wasn't listening. "I'm Noémie," she added, chewing mint gum and flashing a practiced smile, with all the confidence of someone who always got what she wanted.
"You should come eat with me and my friends at lunch. My brother will be there too."
Dark eyes, blonde straight hair, priceless accessories signed with her name. Yep, she's a Collins,Ai thought, her interest piqued, noting the subtle but obvious luxury of her accessories. The Collins family, luxury jewels creators—rich and influential. Perhaps she could she could gain from this encounter.
Feigning interest, Ai smiled with a hint of slyness. "Will there be any cute guys?"
Noémie laughed, clearly entertained. "Oh, trust me, straight from heaven."
Ai let out a small, satisfied laugh and nodded. "Alright, count me in."
