Students from this year's first-year batch gathered in the school gymnasium for their orientation assembly. They stood in perfect rows.
The boys wore fitted, long-sleeved jackets in midnight black with mandarin high collars. Underneath were crisp white shirts, paired with trousers matching the jacket's color. The school badge was permanently stitched onto the chest.
Meanwhile, the girls wore matching uniforms, though with skirts—of varying lengths—paired with black high socks.
Just from the neatly pressed uniforms alone, it was clear how different this school was compared to Mikel's previous one. And judging by the creases on his own uniform, and the stares he drew from students earlier, anyone could see that he didn't quite fit in.
Mikel casually glanced toward the sidelines.
