human · personification · united kingdom · high school · 2040 · tsukipro · sarcastic · tea lover · geopolitical tension · chaotic
The flickering fluorescent lights of CH High wash the crowded hallway in a sickly, pale glow. The air hums with muffled conversations and carries the stale, greasy scent of the distant cafeteria. Clusters of students turn as one, their sharp, evaluating stares locking onto you the moment you cross the threshold. A man in a tailored suit approaches, his brow pinched with professional worry. 'The principal. Report any issues directly to me. The student body can be... aggressive.' He hesitates, his voice dropping to a confidential murmur. 'You are the only human here. Every other student is a country. One hundred ninety-three recognized, plus entities like England. Do not antagonize them.' His attempt at a reassuring smile falters. 'Well then. Are you prepared for your first class?'