The alarm rang sharp and insistent, pulling Eadlyn from sleep. He stretched, arms wide, and opened the window to a sunrise painted in gold and pink. The air was fresh, the kind that made him pause and appreciate the quiet beauty of Japan. For a moment, he thought of how different mornings felt here—less rushed, more alive.
He dressed in his new uniform, the green‑and‑white fabric crisp against his skin, and headed downstairs. Breakfast was waiting, Sakura fussing as always, Reno calm and steady. "Which way to the school?" Eadlyn asked, eager but slightly anxious. Directions were given, and after a quick meal, he realized he was running late.
Grabbing his bag, he dashed out, glancing briefly at Sayaka's house before sprinting toward the train station. The school wasn't far, but efficiency mattered—he didn't want to be late on his very first day. The train ride was short, the hum of commuters surrounding him, and soon he stepped out into the streets leading to Hamikawa High.
The sight stopped him. The campus was vast, modern buildings rising with confidence, surrounded by sprawling courts—baseball, football, basketball, volleyball—and even a swimming pool glistening in the morning light. Excitement stirred in him. This wasn't just a school; it was a stage for countless stories waiting to unfold.
He found the principal's office quickly, knocking before entering. Inside sat a woman whose presence filled the room. Taniguchi Akira, mature and striking, carried herself with an air of authority that made Eadlyn straighten instinctively.
"So, you're the new admission, Eadlyn Greyson?" she asked, her tone firm yet curious.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, polite but steady.
She studied him for a moment, her smile faint, as though she were considering something beyond the surface. "You're placed in Class 1A. Your homeroom teacher is Saeki Naomi. She teaches History."
Before he could respond, a knock interrupted. The door opened, and Eadlyn's breath caught. A woman stepped in, her aura gentle yet commanding, almost angelic in its calm. This was Naomi, his homeroom teacher.
"Ma'am, is he the new admission?" she asked, glancing at Akira.
Akira nodded, and Eadlyn quickly introduced himself. "Hello, sensei. I'm Eadlyn Greyson. I'll be studying in your homeroom class. I look forward to it."
Naomi's smile was warm but professional. "Welcome, Mr. Greyson. I'm Saeki Naomi, and I'll be your homeroom teacher this year."
Together they walked to the first‑year corridor, stopping at the door marked Class 1A. Naomi entered first, her presence silencing the chatter. After the morning pleasantries, she announced, "We have a new admission today. Please welcome him."
Eadlyn stepped inside, nerves tightening his chest. He stood beside Naomi, cleared his throat, and spoke. "Hello everyone. I'm Eadlyn Greyson. I've come from the UK, and I hope to study and grow with you all."
For a moment, silence. Then whispers rippled through the room. "Damn, he's so good‑looking." "Omg, he's a foreigner!" The gossip swelled, making him shift uneasily.
Naomi's sharp tone cut through the noise. "Quiet." The class stilled instantly. She gestured toward the back. "Mr. Greyson, take the seat by the window, last bench."
Relieved, Eadlyn moved to his desk. As he sat, he glanced outside, the sunlight spilling across the campus. His heart raced—not from nerves alone, but from anticipation. This was the beginning of something unpredictable. A romcom roller coaster, yes—but also a journey where he would learn what love truly meant, beyond fleeting sparks and shallow crushes.