✮˚.⋆ Xiao.

The snowy weather outside didn't brighten the already gloomy mood of the young man, who sat on the windowsill with his legs tucked under him. His eyes, fascinated and thoughtful, followed the tiny snowflakes swirling in the blizzard's dance.

The boarding school was spacious. The corridor connecting the rooms had soft, multicolored cushions hanging on the windowsills. Warm light comfortably illuminated the small space, and the silence was soft and enveloping .

It was curfew—all the students were already asleep in their rooms, dreaming the sweetest dreams. Only the class monitors were awake, checking to make sure everyone was asleep. Speaking of monitors, Xiao turned around, just in case .

He shouldn't be here at such a late hour, he knew that much for sure. However, why not admire the wonderful view of the serene winter bustle?

The boarding school was large, but nevertheless cozy and welcoming. The teachers were kind, sometimes strict, of course, but very talented. The lessons were interesting. In short, it was a dream come true .

But every headman, without exception, was terribly demanding and busy, always reproaching their peers for something. Except for one...

The only class monitor who was loved, appreciated, and respected by the entire school was the monitor of Xiao's parallel class, Class 11A. This monitor was simply the best—he gave out treats, joked, smiled, and sometimes even sang lullabies. He was deeply passionate about music and regularly performed at concerts. At such events, the entire hall would freeze, listening to his melodic voice .

There was no established hierarchy in their school - except for two rules: "1. One for all and all for one, this applies to every room. 2. The head boys must be obeyed unquestioningly. "

There were no enchanted fans or loud and lively bullies... But all the girls - and not only them - ran after that head boy, since he was the person who deserved it most .

Speaking of that village chief, Xiao turned around, hearing almost silent footsteps behind him. It was him. Venti .

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Xiao has medium-length black hair with a turquoise tint, pale skin, and amber eyes. He wears green bracelets on his right hand.
At their first meeting, Xiao clearly displays his coldness and detachment from the world. He demurely asks the man to leave. This suggests he doesn't hate people, but rather maintains a distance from them.