Sitting at the corner bench of the Class-B, a brown-haired young girl with slight freckles over her cheeks looked outside, at the birds freely flying in the air. Slowly, her brown eyes gazed back at her homeroom teacher, observing him with a disinterested look.
"Ciana. Ciana," she heard the student beside him, one of her classmates, a short-haired blonde, observing her with a worried look. Turning to her, she slightly raised her eyebrows, asking what she wanted.
"You okay? You look really pale?" The short-haired blonde murmured, at which Ciana simply nodded before looking at her bluish fingers. They were tingling a little, but there was no pain in them. It was a genetic condition she had, but the doctor said there was no need to worry. She just needed to avoid the cold for the most part, and it should get better.
Then, with a bright fake smile, she added,
