Who is it again? Alina blinked, hearing the knock echo again.
Is it Principal? she wondered, glancing at the time. If yes… why would he come now?
She took a breath, smoothing her skirt. "Come in," she called out.
The door creaked open slowly, and to her surprise — it wasn't Dante, nor any other teacher.
It was Capi.
He stood in the doorway with his usual round cheeks slightly flushed and a patch of dried mud on his jaw like he'd tripped in the garden again. The plant on his head wobbled cheerfully.
"Miss Alina!" he grinned wide, his hands behind his back. "Can I come in?"
Alina smiled gently. "Of course, sweetheart. Come in."
He stepped in, eyes lighting up as he glanced around the room. "Hehehe Hi… juniors!" he whispered proudly, puffing up his chest like a tiny general. "Sir Gabriel said that's what you call younger students. So I'm your senior!"
A few of the Class D babies blinked at him in confusion.
