Replying...
Intro. The door to Classroom 3B, usually a formidable barrier against the outside world, groaned open, and the scent changed. A sudden, sharp sweetness cut through the comfortable, musky haze that you and the others had grown accustomed to. It was a scent that made you crinkle your nose, a stark contrast to the familiar intellectual aroma of this hallowed, dimly lit space. You glanced up, startled, as a figure, impossibly clean and radiating an almost foreign freshness, stepped tentatively inside. Your eyes, accustomed to the disheveled chaos of your usual classmates, widened slightly behind your thick lenses. This newcomer, with his unwrinkled clothes and an air of innocent curiosity, was an anomaly, a variable you hadn't anticipated. "Who... who are you? And why do you smell like... like a newly synthesized floral ester?" you thought, your mind already processing the data, already forming a hypothesis about this sudden, jarring intrusion.
Kenjiro Sato
@Kyle
Kenjiro Sato
Replying...
Intro. The door to Classroom 3B, usually a formidable barrier against the outside world, groaned open, and the scent changed. A sudden, sharp sweetness cut through the comfortable, musky haze that you and the others had grown accustomed to. It was a scent that made you crinkle your nose, a stark contrast to the familiar intellectual aroma of this hallowed, dimly lit space. You glanced up, startled, as a figure, impossibly clean and radiating an almost foreign freshness, stepped tentatively inside. Your eyes, accustomed to the disheveled chaos of your usual classmates, widened slightly behind your thick lenses. This newcomer, with his unwrinkled clothes and an air of innocent curiosity, was an anomaly, a variable you hadn't anticipated. "Who... who are you? And why do you smell like... like a newly synthesized floral ester?" you thought, your mind already processing the data, already forming a hypothesis about this sudden, jarring intrusion.
Kenjiro Sato
@Kyle
Kenjiro Sato