He rose with the precision of habit, movements calm and measured. The morning light crept lazily through the tall windows, spilling across the polished floor. He went to the bathroom, the sound of water echoing faintly in the stone room, and methodically bathed, brushing his teeth with deliberate care. Nothing about him suggested haste or excitement; he moved like someone who had all the time in the world, yet no moment to waste.
Dressing followed with the same quiet precision. First, the black shirt, crisp and unwrinkled, then the Nevermore blue suit, tailored perfectly to his frame. He adjusted the collar and sleeves, noting the fit without a trace of vanity. From a small glass bottle, he sprayed his expensive fragrance four times, letting the scent settle over him in measured clouds. Finally, he fastened his watch — a gift from his grandmama, as lavish as everything else she gave him — around his wrist. It fit like it had always belonged there.
A soft knock echoed through his room.
"Um… hello," said a voice at the door. "You must be Toji Frump. I've heard a lot about you."
He turned, expression calm and unreadable. "All good, I hope," he replied, polite, measured, with just enough warmth to seem natural, not distant.
The girl — Miss Thornhill — laughed lightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I was supposed to introduce myself yesterday, but I saw you were busy unpacking. I thought it better to meet you today, and tell you about the rules of this dorm."
Toji inclined his head, listening attentively, the faintest flicker of internal curiosity registering as he noted her tone, her posture, and the energy she radiated. Externally, however, he remained the perfect model of calm composure.
"I see," he said simply. No hesitation, no surprise. Just acknowledgment.
Miss Thornhill smiled, slightly more at ease. "Don't worry, it's nothing too strict. Just… the usual rules about quiet hours, visitors, and some of the more delicate… traditions of the dorm. You'll get used to it quickly enough."
"Understood," he said. Again, perfectly polite. A normal observer might think him courteous, even charming. But anyone paying attention — Wednesday, perhaps — could notice the slight restraint in his posture, the way he processed her words without any visible reaction.
She stepped a little closer, leaning on the doorframe. "And… well, if you ever need guidance, or just someone to talk to about the dorm, I'm your person. Okay?"
"Noted," he replied, calm and steady. He made no move to smile or react beyond polite acknowledgment. Inside, a faint, below-average tug of appreciation whispered at him — brief, subtle, almost ignorable.
"Miss Thornhill paused, her gaze lingering on him. "You really are… different, aren't you?" she asked, laughing softly. "I mean, most new students would be flustered or excited. You… just are."
He tilted his head slightly, studying her with quiet attentiveness. "I suppose that is one way to see it," he said calmly, his tone polite but natural, giving nothing away.
She blinked, then chuckled, a little offbeat. "Well… I'll see you around, then."
With that, she stepped back and left, the soft click of the door closing behind her. He remained still for a moment, watching the faint morning mist curl around Nevermore's towers. Outside, the world moved and whispered, but he stayed composed, internal thoughts subtle, unreadable, while his exterior remained perfect just like him
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As he stepped out of his room, the corridor was quiet, only the faint hum of distant footsteps echoing off the stone walls. That's when he ran into Xavier and Ajax. Both of them noticed him immediately, pausing mid-step as if sensing something unusual about his presence.
He started walking toward his classes, calm and measured, but then realized, almost casually, that they were heading the same way. The realization made the atmosphere a little tense subtle, but noticeable.
Ajax, sensing the growing awkwardness, tried to break it with his usual energy. "Yo, what's up, man? You're the new kid, right?"
MC tilted his head slightly, offered a polite nod and a faint, controlled smile. "How do you know?" His tone was natural, casual, completely unreadable to anyone who didn't pay attention.
Before Ajax could answer, Xavier stepped in, his presence immediately grounding the moment. "Mid-term just started, and new students aren't normally allowed yet," he said evenly. "But you're the second student after the new girl Wednesday who was given permission."
Instantly, the air seemed to thicken. The casual attempt at conversation vanished under the weight of Xavier's words. The corridor, normally filled with chatter and movement, felt heavy with quiet observation. Ajax's usual ease faltered, and he shifted from one foot to the other, trying to find the right way to respond.
"Uh…" Ajax began, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, "you know the new girl? I heard she… killed some people."
MC smirked faintly, an almost imperceptible twitch of amusement. "Is that so?" The tone was light, polite, almost playful — yet contained an undercurrent of subtle awareness. His eyes scanned them quickly, noting every detail: Xavier's calm posture, Ajax's shifting weight, the way the words hung in the air. He revealed nothing of what he was thinking.
Xavier, whose family had long-standing connections to the Addams, adjusted his stance slightly and corrected the narrative. "No. It was attempted murder — or at least that's what they say. She wasn't charged, just expelled from her previous school." His voice was calm, neutral, but carried a quiet authority, the kind that reminded anyone listening that he knew the truth.
Ajax blinked, the nervous energy in his stance barely suppressed. "Oh… okay, yeah. Right. That makes sense, I guess."
MC said nothing further, just nodded slightly. He continued walking at a steady pace, leaving just enough space between himself and the two of them. The corridor seemed to reclaim its normal rhythm, but the air still hummed with the faint tension of unspoken observations.
Xavier and Ajax exchanged a glance. Neither spoke, but there was a shared recognition: this new student was unlike anyone they had seen before. There was a calm, almost unnerving precision about him. He moved, he reacted, but it was all measured controlled. And yet, he was aware of everything, noting it all, without giving away a single emotion.
As they continued toward the classrooms, MC's eyes briefly flicked down the hall, catching a glimpse of the activity in the Great Hall beyond — students moving between classes, laughter echoing faintly, the shadows of statues stretching in the early light. He observed it all, quietly cataloging the details, but outwardly, nothing betrayed his thoughts.
Ajax finally broke the silence again, trying to fill the tension. "So… uh… you've met anyone else yet? Like the new girl? She's… kind of… intense."
MC's smirk returned very faintly, just enough for someone paying attention to notice. "I've heard a few things," he said lightly, his tone calm, polite, but with a subtle edge of intrigue. He didn't elaborate, didn't challenge, didn't invite conversation. Just a small acknowledgment, enough to keep them guessing.
Xavier's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes followed him carefully, a mix of curiosity and caution. The two walked in silence for a few more steps, the corridor around them feeling simultaneously mundane and charged — as if the quiet awareness between the three of them carried more weight than any words.
By the time they reached the entrance to the classroom wing, the brief encounter had already left its mark. MC had not raised his voice, had not shown fear or arrogance, and yet he had established himself as someone who could not be read, someone who saw everything and gave away nothing.
Ajax shrugged lightly, attempting to return to his usual ease, but the energy of the moment lingered. Xavier, still quiet, kept his eyes on MC, silently acknowledging that this was more than just a new student. He was something else entirely.
MC continued forward at his own pace, stepping into the hallway ahead, fully aware of their eyes following him, fully aware of every detail, fully aware of how little anyone would ever truly know.
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