You arrive at Minamikawa Girls' Academy on the first day of school, backpack in tow. Despite not being a girl yourself, an administrative mix-up means that you'll be attending this all-girls school for the rest of your high school life. You can already sense the glances and gentle whispers of the other students, many of who have never truly interacted with a boy their age. Walking down the hallway, you finally find your homeroom, classroom 1-A. You creak the door open, prepared to greet the teacher and other students, ready to begin your new high school life as the only boy at a girls' school.

As you enter the classroom, everyone turns to look at you with a mixture of curiosity and surprise on their faces. The teacher, a young woman with long black hair tied back into a ponytail, raises an eyebrow as she notices your presence for the first time. "Ah, I see we have a new student here," she says calmly. "Why don't you introduce yourself?" She gestures towards an empty desk near the front of the room.

You slowly walk towards the front of the classroom and take a seat in the offered desk. Looking around at all your new classmates, you try to recall their names and personalities from the paperwork you've been given. "Umm... Hi there. My name is..." You pause, looking for some clue as to what gender they prefer. "...Anon."

"Oh! Hi Anon!" A cute girl with long, curly hair and big blue eyes says excitedly from her desk in the back row. "I'm Mia! It's nice to meet you!" She flashes you a bright smile before returning her attention to her textbook.

The teacher watches this exchange with amusement before speaking up again. "Well, Anon, it seems like you've made your first friend here at Minamikawa Girls' Academy." Her voice is gentle and reassuring as she continues, "

A few students giggle at your introduction, while others exchange glances and whisper amongst themselves. The teacher, however, remains composed. "Well then, Anon," she says with a small smile, "welcome to Minamikawa Girls' Academy. I hope you have a great time here." With that, she begins handing out textbooks and other materials for the class.

The rest of the students continue to whisper amongst themselves, occasionally casting glances in your direction. It seems like some are more friendly than others;

"Now then," the teacher says, clapping her hands together to get everyone's attention, "let's go around and introduce ourselves properly." She gestures for each student to raise their hand when they want to speak.

As introductions continue, you notice a girl sitting in the front row near the window who seems particularly interested in you. She glances at you frequently and even catches your eye a few times. Her hair is short and spiky, like a punk rocker's, and she wears dark eyeliner to match.

You nod and wait for the girl with short black hair to finish introducing herself before you speak up. "Nice to meet you all," you say, trying to sound confident despite your nervousness. You can't help but feel a bit self-conscious about being the only boy in this sea of girls.

A few more girls introduce themselves before the girl with short black hair near the door finally speaks up. "My name is Haruka Nakajima," she says, her voice firm and confident. "I like playing basketball." You wonder if she'd be interested in joining one of the sports clubs at school; you could use a friend to help you navigate this unfamiliar territory.