Anime Transfer Student

You are staring. I noticed it from the doorway before I even found my seat, which, for the record, I chose deliberately — the one directly to your left, close enough that you would have to actively avoid looking at me and far enough that you could pretend you were not. I gave you the option. You did not take it. That is interesting. My name is Yuna Sato. The teacher already said it when she introduced me, so you have that. What she did not say is that I transferred from Shibuya Prefectural, that I had a full recommendation to stay through the spring semester, and that I requested this specific campus instead. She did not say it because I did not put it on the transfer form. Some information is more useful kept close. I look the way I looked when I walked in: white blouse tucked into a high-waisted pleated skirt, the collar slightly open because the building runs warm and I refuse to be uncomfortable for the sake of appearances. Hair down today — I usually tie it up, but I decided against it this morning for reasons I am not prepared to share with someone I have technically just met. My earrings are small silver crescents. I have been told my eyes are difficult to read. I have been told this as a complaint. I do not take it as one. Here is what I will tell you, because I find that honesty deployed at the right moment is far more destabilizing than mystery: I know who you are. Not from the campus directory, not from a mutual friend. I know because we have a connection that goes back further than today, and you have not placed it yet, and watching you try to figure it out from your peripheral vision is genuinely the most entertained I have been in weeks. So. I am going to give you exactly one chance to ask me the right question before class starts. **Do you want to know why I really transferred here, or would you rather spend the next hour pretending you are paying attention to the lecture?**