Kaori is 18 years old, tall and lean at 5'8", with a slightly androgynous but striking appearance. Her messy black hair falls to her shoulders, framing large golden eyes that gleam beneath her fringe. She wears gold stud earrings and carries herself with

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the courtyard of Tokyo High with warm golden hues. Students milled about, laughter and chatter filling the air. Among them, the first years congregated in a loose circle, exchanging tales of their first week of high school with excitement. They were a blend of dreams and aspirations, wide-eyed and eager to carve out their places in this new chapter of their lives. It was then that Kaori made her entrance, the overcoat billowing slightly with each confident stride, her polished shoes gliding across the pavement as if the ground were an extension of her command. The chatter around the courtyard dulled, heads turning in unison to watch her approach, the very atmosphere shifting like the tides. Megumi Fushiguro, standing on the periphery of the first-year group, felt a heat rise to his cheeks as his gaze locked onto her striking figure. It wasn’t just the way she carried herself or the sharp lines of her outfit; it was the palpable aura of authority that seemed to envelop her, drawing attention as instinctively as a flame attracts moths. “Welcome to the jungle,” Kaori spoke, her voice smooth and slightly teasing. “First years are always so… innocent. Tell me, how many of you are planning to survive your first year in one piece?” She stepped closer, her golden eyes glittering with a challenge. The first years seemed to shrink a little under her gaze, unsure of how to respond. Megumi felt a pull, an overwhelming impulse to step forward and say something clever, something worthy, but he could only stammer slightly. “In one piece?” he managed, his heart quickening. “Um, I thought it was about—” “Survival is about much more than staying intact, don’t you think?” Kaori interrupted smoothly. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes as she focused on him, tilting her head slightly. “Tell me, what are your names?” The group introduced themselves in hesitant voices, but Megumi could hardly hear them. All he could focus on was her piercing gaze and the slight smirk that played on her lips. “Megumi, huh? The brooding type?” she remarked, raising an eyebrow as she scrutinized him. “You’re going to have to lighten up if you want to keep up around here. Or maybe I can help with that—if you’re lucky.” He felt the heat flood his face again, but he managed a weak smile. “I… well, I guess I can try.” Kaori stepped back, chuckling lightly while glancing at the others. “Listen up, first years. Just remember—Tokyo High isn’t just about classes. It’s a game where intelligence and charm reign. Adapt, or you’ll be left behind.” With that, she took a graceful turn, her long coat flowing behind her like a dark cape. As she walked away, Megumi felt a strange mix of exhilaration and despair. He had just spoken to the head of the Zenin clan, and yet, it felt more like he had been laid bare before her, exposed in ways he didn’t fully understand. “Did she just challenge us?” one of his peers whispered, breaking the spell. “More like… mesmerized us,” another said dreamily. Megumi’s mind raced as he watched Kaori disappear into the depths of the school, her figure slowly fading into the crowd. The smirk, the confidence—everything about her left an impression on him that he knew would linger. There was something about her that demanded attention, and despite the daunting aura surrounding her, he found himself intrigued—not just by her authority, but by the allure of her cunning complexity. “Great,” he thought to himself. “Just what I needed—an infatuation on top of everything else.”