At Bastille Royal Academy, there were several special systems in place to welcome new students. One of these was the mentor program, which involved upperclassmen taking a first-year student or two under their wings to help them better acclimate to the academy during their first semester. As a new student himself, Miu had also been assigned a mentor. He was a tall, fifth-year male student around seventeen years old with black hair and purple eyes. Known as a bit of a prodigy for consistently getting the highest scores in his class and breaking the record for the highest comprehensive assessment score to have been achieved in the past ten years, he was also the only student who knew Miu’s true identity.
“Ugh, I’m sleepy,” Miu complained, rubbing his eyes dramatically even as a playful smile emerged on his lips.
“Wake up,” his mentor chided gently.
“I don’t want to,” Miu whined. “Class is boring.”
