Late afternoon sunlight poured into the mansion when a knock tapped at the front door.
Rachel opened it — instantly shifting into "Vice Hawk mode" — and retrieved a thick envelope stamped with the school's crest.
Gia clapped her hands once.
"Class schedules!"
Every girl in the room perked up like excited puppies.
Zumi chuckled.
"Alright, let's see where everyone ended up."
Rachel handed out the schedules one by one while the entire group crowded around Zumi like satellites orbiting a sun.
Zumi unfolded his schedule first.
Homeroom & Period 1 — Literature (Teacher: Serafina) Period 2 — History (Teacher: Carmella) Period 3 — Free Period
Serafina smirked like a cat.
"Oh? Starting the day with me? How intimate."
Carmella pushed her glasses up, trying to look composed but failing.
"He will be the most attentive student I've ever had."
Zumi: "Carmella, it's history. You're going to bully me with tests."
Carmella: "Only a little."
Everyone laughed.
Bia unfolded her schedule…
…and froze.
Her name was NOT listed in any of Zumi's classes.
Her shoulders slumped instantly.
"…I'm not with you at all…?"
Zumi leaned over, cupping her cheek gently.
"Bia. I have that period free. I'll visit you."
Bia blushed so hard her ears turned red.
"You'll— you'll come see me? During class??"
Serafina immediately cut in:
"Make sure when he visits, you actually teach your students. Not stand there gawking at him like a lovesick puppy."
Bia snapped her head around, cheeks exploding.
"I— I DO NOT GAWK! …Maybe a little."
Catherine, Rachel, Ana, and Jasmine giggled.
All the girls going in as students began comparing their classes:
Gia — …silently stared at her schedule. Then stared again. Then blinked.
"Wait… I'm with Zumi in every class. Every. Single. One."
All the girls screamed in playful betrayal.
"LUCKY YOU, GIA!" "NO FAIR!" "GIVE US THAT SCHEDULE!" "I WANT A REFUND FROM THE UNIVERSE!"
Gia just shrugged, totally deadpan:
"…Skill issue."
The entire room EXPLODED laughing.
Even Zumi choked on air.
Jasmine had one class with Zumi and shared lunch with him. Hina had two classes with him. Sakura shared gym with him (under Bia). Ana shared science. Reina had math with him. Bethany shared art. Kathy, surprisingly, had NO classes with him — but did share lunch.
Catherine had gym with him AND free period nearby.
Everyone was excited in their own way — some content, some pouting, all happy.
Carmella, Serafina, and Bia checked their official faculty schedules:
Carmella – History
Serafina – Literature
Bia – Physical Education
The girls clapped excitedly.
Rachel whispered to Catherine:
"Bia in gym class is… terrifying." "She will destroy any boy who underestimates her," Catherine responded proudly.
Gia scrolled down her tablet as she skimmed the updated student roster.
"Ah. And… Emily Hart."
The room fell quiet.
Zumi leaned forward.
"Where is she placed?"
Gia turned her screen.
Emily Hart — Literature Class, Period 1 Teacher: Serafina Same class as Zumi.
Serafina arched an eyebrow.
"Well… well. Looks like I'll meet her first."
Bia leaned in. Carmella leaned in. Kasumi leaned in.
The wives were in synchronized curiosity mode.
Zumi spoke calmly:
"Don't overwhelm her. Don't interfere. Just watch over her quietly. She's a normal girl — protect her if needed."
All the girls nodded instantly.
Hina melted into shadow beside Zumi's leg.
"I'll keep an eye from the darkness."
Serafina smirked.
"I'll observe her soul."
Carmella wrote something down in a notebook labeled "For No Reason."
Catherine cracked her knuckles.
"I'll protect her if anyone tries anything."
Rachel nodded sharply.
"She's under our umbrella now."
Zumi sighed.
"…Guys, I said watch her, not adopt her."
Too late.
They already decided.
Schedules sorted. Responsibilities assigned. Excitement building.
The first day of school would arrive soon — with new alliances, new chaos, and new connections.
And somewhere in a small apartment in NYC…
A gentle girl with platinum hair hugged her little brother goodnight, unaware that destiny had already placed her in the orbit of gods.
🌅 Emily's Morning Routine — First Day of School
Emily Hart woke before her alarm.
Her eyes opened slowly, lashes fluttering against the soft morning light that spilled through the cheap curtains of her tiny apartment. The clock beside her bed read 6:01 AM — she had set her alarm for 6:30, but nerves had woken her early.
Her first day of school in years.
She quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her little brother, Noah, who slept curled up in the next room beneath his galaxy-print blanket.
Her morning was simple, gentle, almost ritualistic.
Step 1 — Make Breakfast
She tied her platinum hair into a low ponytail and moved to the kitchenette.
Eggs sizzling. Toast warming. The kettle humming.
She plated Noah's food first — shaped the eggs into a smiley face using ketchup, something she always did to make his mornings brighter.
Step 2 — Get Dressed
Her outfit was modest, neat, and soft-looking:
A pastel-pink hoodie A thrifted white skirt Warm leggings Tiny star earrings she found months ago at a flea market
She checked herself in the mirror.
Pretty. But simple. Exactly how she liked it.
Step 3 — Wake Noah
She gently nudged him.
"Noah… time to wake up, starlight."
His sleepy eyes cracked open, and he instantly smiled.
"Emily… you look so pretty."
Her cheeks heated.
She ruffled his hair. "Go eat before it gets cold, okay?"
Step 4 — Walk to School With Him
They left the apartment together at 7:10.
Noah's small hand clutching hers. Her backpack slung over one shoulder. Her breath misting into the chilly morning air.
She dropped him off at his younger school building, kissed his forehead, and whispered:
"Be good. I'll pick you up later."
Then she turned toward her own destiny.
Her heart fluttered nervously.
She had no idea her life was about to change forever.
While Emily prepared quietly for her day…
Across town, the Kogane Mansion hummed with another kind of activity.
At 4 AM sharp, the new black Mercedes purred to life outside the garage.
Inside the car:
Carmella in the driver's seat — elegant hands gripping the wheel with supernatural steadiness Serafina in the passenger seat — composed, sipping dark coffee Bia sprawled in the back — stretching like a lion waking from a nap
All three wore their professional teacher outfits:
Serafina in a black fitted blouse and long skirt Carmella in a crisp white shirt and dark pencil skirt Bia in a sporty, stylish gym-coach outfit
They drove through the early morning darkness toward the school.
The teacher dynamic was… something.
Carmella: "We need to arrive with dignity." Bia: "I'm going to suplex the first student who calls me 'coach.'" Serafina: turning sharply toward her "Don't you dare. Zumi will spank you." Bia: "Fine…" then under her breath "I might like that."
Carmella's eyebrow lifted.
Serafina smirked knowingly.
They had good hearing. Very good hearing.
The Mercedes glided through the dawn as two goddesses and one Vampire Queen prepared to pretend to be mortals.
The mansion erupted with chaotic morning energy.
Hair dryers. Yelling. Someone lost a shoe. Hina was sliding through shadows to avoid getting stepped on. Reina was trying to braid her hair while running. Jasmine carried five lunch bags at once. Ana and Sakura were arguing over which perfume smelled "more academic." Bethany forgot her backpack and ran into a wall. Kathy was sleepwalking.
Jonathan arrives in the SUV.
He steps out.
"…There are ten of you."
Gia: "We fit."
Jonathan: "No, you don't—"
They cram into the SUV anyway.
Gia sits on Zumi's lap. Jasmine squeezed between Ana and Reina. Catherine and Bethany in the back, shoulders pressed tight. Sakura pressed to the window like a dying flower. Hina disappeared into a shadow on the floorboard. Kathy somehow ended up sitting sideways.
Jonathan drives off with the deadest expression imaginable.
"I'm not paid enough for this."
The girls laugh.
Zumi smirks.
Students flooded toward the entrance.
When Zumi and the girls stepped out of the SUV, conversations stopped.
The group looked like a lineup from a fantasy novel:
Beautiful girls of every type, Perfect posture, Calm confidence, A single man walking in the middle like an unspoken leader
Eyes were already following them.
But then…
A small figure stepped into the courtyard.
Emily Hart.
Her pink hoodie. Her soft platinum hair. Her shy gaze lowered to her schedule. Her energy is soft — gentle — like morning sunlight.
The contrast was so striking that the world seemed to hush.
The girls' reactions were immediate.
Catherine "…She's adorable."
Jasmine "Her aura is so calm… I like her."
Ana "She's cute… like a shy bunny."
Kasumi "She's beautiful in such a quiet way."
Reina "She looks like the type Zumi would protect instinctively."
Bethany "Her eyes are kind."
Kathy "I want to hug her…"
Hina (emerging from Zumi's shadow): "She's honest. Very honest."
Gia — studying her carefully "…That's her. The second place."
The girls nodded.
They all felt it: Emily had a presence without trying to.
And Zumi?
He paused mid-step.
Something about her presence was… familiar.
Soft. Warm. Steady.
A girl who carried her burdens alone. A girl who worked quietly, tirelessly. A girl who didn't want to shine — but somehow did anyway.
He didn't stare long.
But long enough for the girls to exchange glances.
Gia whispered:
"…The way he looked at her."
Serafina, watching from a classroom window, smirked.
Carmella observed from the faculty balcony, arms crossed.
"…She will change something."
Bia cracked her knuckles.
"Let's meet the girl who beat everyone except him."
The bell rang.
School had begun.
And fate quietly shifted.
The classroom was quiet that early in the morning, sunlight spilling across empty desks in soft strips. Emily sat near the window, reviewing her notebook, hoping to steady her nerves. First day. New school. New people. She wasn't used to environments like this — clean, calm, organized. It already felt surreal.
That's when the door clicked open.
Emily looked up.
Two people entered, and the entire air in the room shifted as if the atmosphere tightened.
A tall young man in a perfectly fitted black three-piece suit walked in first. He didn't look like a student at all — more like the son of a billionaire CEO stepping off a private jet. His hair was tousled but deliberate, dark and wild but elegant. His posture was relaxed, but powerful in a way she couldn't explain.
And his eyes…
Not brown.
Not hazel.
Gold.
Actual, shimmering, molten gold.
Emily's breath caught in her throat.
Behind him walked a woman — Gia — though Emily didn't know her name yet. She moved with the precision of a blade, dressed in a semi-formal black outfit that hugged her frame in crisp, sharp lines. Long black hair, thin glasses, a cold, unreadable gaze that made Emily straighten without knowing why.
The pair looked like they stepped out of a different world.
A world far above hers.
Zumi didn't look at her.
He didn't look at anyone.
He walked with complete indifference, as if the entire room didn't matter. He simply crossed the space with slow, controlled strides and took a seat near the back, center-right, the place where someone dangerous would choose — close to every exit, vantage point of the room.
Gia sat directly behind him, leaning casually against the wall. Guarding? Watching? Emily couldn't tell.
But the moment that truly made her chest tighten—
He shifted slightly in his chair, and for half a second, his eyes met hers.
Just half a second.
But it felt like her soul stopped breathing.
His golden gaze wasn't flirtatious.
It wasn't hungry.
It wasn't even curious.
It saw.
And for Emily, who had spent years being stared at by shallow boys who only cared about her face and body, that single moment almost felt like a shock to the system.
She looked away instantly, cheeks warming.
What was that?
Why did her heart skip?
He didn't smile at her.
He didn't wink.
He didn't try to sit next to her.
He… didn't care.
And for reasons Emily couldn't understand, that made her more flustered than any cheesy attempt at flirting ever could.