65 First Day at High School

Yua's eyes scanned the blackboard for her designated seat number. Her vibrant pink hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, the short strands ending just above her delicate shoulders. Small wisps of hair escaped from the constraints of her hair tie and fell gracefully around her face.

After finding her seat number, she settled into her seat. Absentmindedly, she brushed away any stray hairs that had fallen in front of her gaze. Her school uniform, a crisp black blazer with the school logo emblazoned on the chest, was neatly worn over a white collared shirt. The top button was undone.

Her skirt grazed just above her knees, leaving her smooth legs exposed to the air-conditioned class. As she shifted in her seat, the fabric rustled softly against her skin.

Yua opened her bag and took out the worn out cooking book. She opened the book and looked through the things she had written in the book.