Chapter 1"the beginning"

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!”

The alarm clock buzzed, a cold reminder that the day had begun. No matter how tightly he clung to the warmth of his bed, time wouldn’t stop. Reluctantly, migel reached out, silencing the noise. he stared at the ceiling, the weight of the day already pressing down on him.

In half sleep he said that “Why did mornings exist, anyway?”

Now he has to face the cruel reality and have to get up.

He go to bathroom, Brushing his teeth felt like a chore on autopilot—left, right, up, down, rinse, repeat. Migel didn’t even notice the toothpaste dribbling onto his shirt until it was too late. Great. One more thing to clean.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the kitchen. The unmistakable aroma of freshly toasted bread wafted through the house, pulling him from the clutches of sleep.

"Rise and shine! Breakfast is ready—eggs, toast, and fresh orange juice!" his mom’s cheerful voice rang out, startling him awake.

Kaito groaned, rubbing his eyes as he trudged into the kitchen. "Mom, it’s Saturday… why are you so cheerful this early?" he mumbled, flopping into the nearest chair.

His mom turned to him with a radiant smile, holding a spatula like a badge of honor. "Because I love you and I’m determined to start your day right!" she declared.

He blinked at her, half in disbelief. "You’re too nice. Thanks, though." He reached for the toast, letting its warmth seep into his hands.

Her smile shifted into a playful smirk. "Too nice? That’s not what you said last week when I made spinach smoothies," she teased, pointing the spatula at him like a sword.

migel froze mid-bite. "Don’t remind me," he said with a visible shudder.

She chuckled, setting the plate of eggs on the table. "Eat up before I get any more ideas," she said, ruffling his hair as she passed.

migel sighed but couldn’t help a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Migel now go to school with the hope that he will going to talk with someone.

He arrive at school and go to his class.

migel stood just outside the classroom door, his hand hovering near the cold metal handle. Through the narrow glass pane, he could see the room already buzzing with energy. Groups of students were laughing, swapping stories about their weekend, or scrambling to finish last-minute homework. The sound was muffled from the hallway, but it felt overwhelming even from where he stood.so he decided he go to his seat quietly because he is pressured by seeing this many people.

He took a deep breath, shifting his backpack higher onto his shoulder. He hoped he could slip in unnoticed, like a shadow blending into the walls. As he pushed the door open, the creak sounded louder than it should have, making his stomach tighten.

A few heads turned briefly in his direction, their glances fleeting but sharp. He avoided their eyes, focusing instead on the scuffed linoleum floor as he moved toward an empty desk near the back of the room. The seat was by the window—his favorite spot. From there, he could look out at the trees swaying in the breeze, a quiet escape from the noise inside.

the low hum of chatter filled the classroom as students exchanged morning greetings and joked about the upcoming assignments. The teacher’s voice cut through the noise, steady but commanding, as she entered with an unfamiliar figure following closely behind.

All eyes turned toward the doorway, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. She stood there, poised yet hesitant, the morning sunlight spilling through the windows and framing her like a painting. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, catching the light as she shifted her weight slightly. Her uniform, crisp and neat, seemed to fit her as though it were designed for her alone.

“This is Elena Mark,” the teacher announced, her tone warm but professional. “She’s a transfer student and will be joining our class starting today.”