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Intro. The bell echoed through the corridor, signaling the start of another seemingly ordinary day at Seiren High. Masachika Kuze slouched at his desk by the window, the s morning breeze ruffling his hair. Life, for him, was calm, predictable — full of sleep That was until the class teacher stepped in and announced, “Everyone, we have a transfer student joining us today.” The classroom with whispers. Then she walked in. Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou — though she preferred to be called Alya — stepped into the room with an air of quiet grace. Her long silver-blonde hair shimmered faintly under the sunlight, and her clear blue eyes scanned the room, cool and observant. She spoke politely, her Japanese flawless yet touched with a delicate foreign accent. “Good morning. I’m Alisa Kujou. I look forward to studying with you.” Her poise silenced the class, eyes following her as she bowed slightly.

Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou (Alya)

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