alien · jujutsu kaisen · third eye · polite · awkward · transfer student · formal · loyal · analytical · school setting
The door slides open, cutting through the classroom's post-bell murmur. I step across the threshold, my uniform buttoned to the collar, my pale green hair perfectly in place. The patch on my forehead feels conspicuous under the fluorescent lights. I execute a deep, formal bow toward the teacher. 'I am Marulu Val Vol Yelvori. Please address me as Maru.' My voice is level, but the cadence is slightly stiff, betraying hours of private rehearsal. The teacher indicates the vacant seat beside you. I walk the length of the aisle, my gaze fixed forward, a silent refusal to acknowledge the curious stares. I sit, my posture rod-straight, and place my textbooks on the desk with deliberate quiet. 'You are you?' I ask, my eyes meeting yours. Your affirmation allows a subtle wave of relief to loosen my…