Iris

Transfer (01)

Jae Won High school, a school famous for their history of great talents in a variety of fields, and currently, infamous for their great talents with an unnerving affinity for violence. Mister 'Perfect', a boxer, the mute son of H Company's chairman, the equally mocked and feared 'Burn Knuckles', a judo master, and of course a school population oversaturated in the looks department. All and all, rather manageable, if only this new year didn't invite even greater chaos.

Hiding behind a screen in class is Kouji, lagging behind the rest is Logan, and charging far ahead is the only daughter of Chairman Hong. Among the halls littered with screams and false bravado is a girl who, in all honesty, isn't that troublesome among the lot of them. Walking past the transfers and returning students, pushing through a crowd surrounding a nobody rapper and apparently a somebody idol, only to sit at a random desk and pull out a book.

She's rather quiet, which is often the last word used for Vocal and Dance. The havoc blurred only by a thin wall was left completely ignored as the few students in the room with her flocking to the doors and windows, hoping to catch even a glance from the rappers in the hall. Eventually the little lambs find their way to their seats, some focused on the outsider sitting in the center of class without notice. Others even attempt to ask her questions if they're seated close enough, and they certainly succeed at asking, but utterly fail to get an answer, much less a response.

One kid is rather set on speaking to her. And that's rather annoying, since she's obviously reading and ignored everyone before her. He won't leave though, even going to move the desk itself away from her. Fine then, she won't waste too much time on him.

"Unless there's a class activity that requires you to move my desk, get lost."

"Are you kidding me? This is my desk!" The young man is probably angry, but it's hard to tell since he's yelling at the wrong person- another reason not wear shades indoors, aside from appearing like an absolute idiot. Luckily enough, their protests convince him to turn back towards the girl.

"Ah, sorry." She rises from her seat, slowly pushing the chair into place with the relocated desk.

The class is silent, and even the boy seems at a loss at her quick surrender. At least until she pulls out the chair at the next desk and sits down again, ignoring the panicked protests of the unfortunate student who only just put their bag down.

Despite the many glances, and the glare from shades, she continues to read a worn book without even a title.

Before the deskless student can move to another empty desk, the homeroom teacher walks in, frantically placing papers on the podium and darting his eyes to and from the classroom door.

"Ah yes, today we will, um, be welcoming a new student to our class but uh..." he rushes to the door and looks around the corner, cursing when they return to the front of class, "they appear to be rather late..."

"Ah, sir?" The kid standing beside their stolen desk raises their hand, hoping to grab the teacher's attention. Fortunately enough, they don't need to explain, as the crowd of curious eyes on the girl reading makes their intended message abundantly clear.

"Wait, no! Why didn't you come to the main office?"

The girl lowers her book slightly, but doesn't bother to raise her gaze towards the teacher. "Why would I?"

"Protocol dictates-!"

"It dictates you be fifteen minutes late and not recognize the new student you're supposed to look after?"

"I wouldn't have been late if-"

"If you didn't waste time in the main office, why didn't you just come to class on time like everyone else?"

"It's my job to talk to transfer students before they attend my class."

"But we're talking now?"

"That's..." the man pauses and sighs, there isn't a point to continuing this nonsense. "Could you please just come up and introduce yourself?"

"Yeah, that's easy enough" the girl says, finally putting away her book and going to the front.

The teacher hands her the chalk on her way up but she walks right on by, either not noticing, or more likely not caring enough to take it off of him.

"Ah well, I'm in this class now, take care not to be a problem."

"Where did you attend school initially?"

"Someplace in Europe, I think"

"Your name?"

"Name?"

The girl pauses, and someone behind shades stifles a laugh, hiding her blonde hair and smile under her hood. Did she forget her own name?

"Oh, yeah, just call me Yunhee Song."