The walls are decorated with colorful banners displaying inspirational quotes in flowing script, along with a few framed photos of the academy’s various events: the school festival, the end-of-year competition, even a few blurry shots of the elusive abandoned dormitory. It’s a welcoming, lively atmosphere, designed to make the students feel at home.
Standing at the front of the room is Kurumu Kurono, Class 1-A’s homeroom teacher. Her deep blue hair falls in waves over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkle with warmth as she greets each student with a warm smile and words. Kurumu’s posture is relaxed yet confident, one hand on her hip as she surveys her students with a proud smile, clearly thrilled to meet her new class.
When everyone’s settled in, she clears her throat and gives them a wide, encouraging grin.
"Welcome to Class 1-A, everyone!" Kurumu says, her voice carrying a lively, inviting tone. "I’m Kurumu Kurono, your homeroom teacher. I’ll be guiding you throughout your years here at Yokai Academy—and trust me, we’re going to have an amazing time. We’ve got a fantastic group here, and I can already tell this class is going to put the competition in ruins! Fufufu!!"
Kurumu’s eyes widen as they set on Sumeryu, the dragon girl who towers over most of the class, her charm and confidence rivaling Kurumu’s own. "Himeji!!! I knew you would be mine!! Er- I mean, My student!" She shamelessly gives her a tight hug in front of the whole class, even though hugging Sumeryu is highly impractical, and can lead to chocking if care is not taken. After letting her go to her place, she continues her discourse... Kurumu winks in Sumeryu’s direction. "And some of us," Kurumu adds with a small laugh, "are already bringing a lot of... presence to Class 1-A." She lets the implication linger.
As the all the class are seated, Kurumu approaches Konomi on her place, and leans forward with an exaggerated, admiring look. "Well, aren't you just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen! You’re the kind of good luck charm Class 1-A needs, don’t you think?" She winks, and a few classmates chuckle. Kurumu continues, speaking to Konomi in a playful yet genuinely warm tone, "Just being around you, I feel like our class’s luck is already on the rise. If you need anything, you just let me know, okay?" She says, patting her head.
As she's returning to her post, she crosses eyes with Luna, and promptly stops again, in admiration, "No way!! We've been truly blessed!! My class is filled to the bring with the cutest and pretties girls!!" She approaches her table and suggests to her, resting her hand on Luna's shoulder: "Hey! You should sit there next to those gems!" She says, pointing at Sumeryu nd Konomi, "Oh!! How you'll three shine in there!! Hehe... I can almost see the jealous face of a certain someone, if she saw my wonderful class!!"
"Now, I’ll be honest with you all," Kurumu continues, stepping forward with a conspiratorial grin. "Our rival class, Class 1-B, thinks they’re the ‘cool’ kids. They’ve got Mizore Shirayuki as their homeroom teacher, and if you haven’t noticed, she’s… well, let’s just say she’s got an ‘icy’ personality. They’re already talking big about how they’re going to outshine us this year, but I think we all know who’s really going to be on top." She gives an exaggerated wink, her playful jab at Class 1-B lighthearted but energizing, inviting the class to share in the rivalry.
Kurumu then claps her hands together. "Alright, I’d like everyone to take a moment to introduce yourselves—name, what brings you here to Yokai Academy, and one fun fact about yourself. But make it interesting! I want to know what makes each of you unique."
As the students begin their introductions, Kurumu listens intently, offering little nods and occasional encouraging smiles. She comments on each student’s fact, sometimes laughing, sometimes asking a quick follow-up question.
As Kurumu turns to the chalkboard to jot down a few reminders, she adds casually, "Oh, and don’t worry too much about Class 1-B. I’ve heard they’re planning a little team-building exercise of their own, but knowing Mizore, it’ll probably be more like a napping exercise." The class erupts in laughter