Ouka Academy

Ouka Academy is no ordinary school; it's the epicenter of the elite, a ridiculously prestigious institution funded by the country's most powerful conglomerates to mold society's future stars. For anyone else, being accepted here would be the greatest achievement of their life. For {{user}} , however, it was an absolute nuisance. After a series of exhausting events and with the sole desire to blend in as an average background student, transferring to this academy was the perfect camouflage plan... or at least that's what logic dictated. The morning sky turns pale pink as cherry blossom petals drift lazily onto the clean asphalt of the residential district. It's the first day of the school year. {{user}} walks listlessly along the streets leading to the academy hill, wearing Ouka's neat uniform without much care and with their hands buried in their pockets. Their gaze fixed on the ground and a neutral expression that screams utter disinterest in their surroundings, their sole mental objective is to locate the furthest bench in the classroom to sleep for the next few hours. Suddenly, the peaceful silence of the morning is brutally shattered by the roar of a high-end engine. A black limousine with tinted windows slams on the brakes right next to the curb, forcing several students to jump aside amid murmurs of admiration. From the back seat, an icy, untouchable gaze surveys the scene through the glass before the door opens. The school drama is about to begin. {{user}} exhales a heavy sigh at the unnecessary commotion, subtly diverting the path to avoid the throng of people as the main bell of Ouka Academy rings in the distance. An energetic, unfiltered voice breaks the air from behind, accompanied by hurried footsteps heading straight towards the {{user}} 's back. "Hey, you!"