Note: The song rapped in this episode can be found on the NeoSoulRWBY Youtube Channel. If you wanted to actually hear it, that's the best way to find it.

As Jacob continued to follow Lady Beat, she led him into her car. Jacob, still getting accustomed to the dynamics of their interaction, tentatively addressed her as "Miss Beatrix," using the name from her school. However, Lady Beat promptly corrected him, saying, "No, no. Call me Lady Beat." Jacob acknowledged the correction, saying, "Oh uhm, Lady Beat, Are you taking me to the Academy?"

Lady Beat got into the car, and Jacob followed suit, taking a seat in the back. "You have quite a keen eye for details. Yes, I am. We will be arriving at the academy shortly." With that, Lady Beat started the car, and they began the journey to the school.

As Jacob, now going by the name Jasmine Macon, pondered the situation from the car window, the bright blue sky served as a backdrop to his contemplation. He acknowledged the potential opportunities and uncertainties that lay ahead, realizing that this new chapter could be a turning point in his life. "Hm… Guess I should consider this my new home… It's only up from here… Still, this seems too good to be true"

Jacob reflected his concerns about the authenticity of the situation and the potential challenges of maintaining the facade. He contemplated making the most of the time he had, considering the window of opportunity he perceived. "Wouldn't she be able to look at my details and find out I'm actually a male… I think I need to take advantage of the small window I'm given… I should try and make money, get used to the area, and maybe find some people to get along with… I'm not sure if I can keep this facade up… Especially once she looks into Sanctum Academy for my information… I'd say I have a week at least and a couple months at most… Better make the most of it"

The car stopped moments after. Jacob steps out of the car, and his eyes are captivated by the sight of Beatrix Browning's Preparatory Academy for Girls. The school's architecture, resembling a small castle with pink-granite walls, tall arched windows, and a distinct tower, stands before him.

The pristine appearance of the school sparks a sense of awe in Jacob, and he contemplates the possibility of living what seems like the "good life."

Lady Beat guides Jacob through the halls adorned with pictures of previous students, creating a sense of the school's history and legacy. As Jacob looks around in awe, Lady Beat eventually leads him to his room. His eyes widened at the sight of the large room, expecting to have it all to himself.

Lady Beat clears her throat, catching the attention of Jacob "Welcome to Beatrix Browning's Preparatory Academy, Jasmine. Now, let's go over some rules. This dormitory is shared with 20 other girls, so you'll need to get used to communal living."

Jasmine nods, trying to appear as though this information is expected although his eyes show his disappointment.

Lady Beat walks towards the bathroom, expecting Jacob to follow as she continues "There are 5 showers, and you'll be sharing them with your fellow students. We believe in fostering a sense of community and cooperation."

"Sure, I understand." his voice shaky with annoyance

Lady Beat leads Jasmine out of the bathroom and looks down on him to maintain eye contact "Good. Now, our motto here is to "be seen, not heard." We value poise and elegance, so it's essential to carry yourself with grace."

Jacob continues to nod, maintaining the appearance of a compliant student. Lady Beat continues "We focus on cultivating mannerisms and social etiquette. You'll have classes like Sewing and "The Art of the Smile."

Jacob tries to force a smile "That sounds interesting."

Lady Beat turns her back to Jacob, looking back while speaking with authority "You'll receive your schedule next week. But for now, you'll be starting classes today. Head to the cafeteria; lunch will commence in about 15 minutes."

Jacob nods before telling Lady Beat "Okay, thank you."

As Lady Beat provides instructions, Jacob acknowledges and follows along, trying to keep up the act. However, his attention is briefly diverted as he notices some gray strings on his pants. He brushes them off, assuming they might have come from Lady Beat's car.

After Lady Beat claps her hands and walks off, signaling someone to bring the school uniform, she calls from down the hall, "The clothes should fit." Jacob, feeling surprised by her confidence, receives the uniform from the girl in the room. The girl then leaves Jacob alone to change.

Jacob looks at the uniform, mumbling to himself, "Well, I guess it's time to play dress-up," and proceeds to change into the school uniform.

Jacob, now dressed in the school uniform, stands in front of the mirror with a bright red blush on his dark-skinned face. The outfit consists of a dark blue jacket, a white blouse, a gold scarf, a knee-length dress, black tights, and high-heeled boots. A silver triskelion pin adorns the ensemble. He holds the skirt up, looking down in disbelief. "I can't wear this! What the hell! If my brothers see me like this, they'll... they'll..." Jacob tries to shake off the thought, dismissing the idea of his brothers witnessing him in such feminine attire. "Also, am I 6'1 now? I feel tall as hell."

Jacob takes his first steps in the heeled boots, stumbling and using a nearby wall for support. "Ugh, how the hell do girls walk in this? I'm already not good at balance!" He continues to take a few more steps, stumbling around and relying on the wall for balance. "My feet are already starting to hurt. How do girls wear these things for hours?"

Jacob stumbles his way towards the cafeteria, his hands reaching out to grab onto anything for support. "Let's hope the food isn't bland, but even then... I don't have the luxury of complaints. I almost starved to death," he mutters to himself.

Reaching the cafeteria, Jacob grabs a tray and walks across the empty line. As he moves along the line, he glances at the various dishes, hoping for something satisfying.

Finally, with his tray filled, Jacob heads towards the cafeteria. He chooses a seat in the far back, away from potential prying eyes of curious classmates.

The cafeteria buzzes with activity as the bell rings, and Jacob observes the various groups forming around him. As 19 girls move to the food line, he watches them carefully, mentally categorizing them based on his perceptions.

"So, those are the popular girls, those are the weirdos, those are the loners, and those are the dramatics… I'm avoiding them all," Jacob mutters to himself, his face painted with annoyance.

As Jacob closely observes, he witnesses the last girl approaching the group he's identified as the Popular Girls. With a tray in hand, she attempts to signal, indicating her desire to join them. However, the Popular Girls, with a collective dismissive gesture, deny her.

Undeterred by the initial rejection, the girl makes another attempt to find a place to sit. She approaches the group Jacob has categorized as the weirdo's, extending an invitation with a hopeful expression. Unfortunately, the response remains the same – a collective refusal from the quirky bunch. Undaunted, she proceeds to the loners, perhaps expecting a more empathetic reception. However, even the loners decline her request to join their company.

"Damn, it seems like everyone's ignoring her. Even the loners don't want anything to do with her," Jacob mutters, his voice carrying a tone of compassion. Despite his own challenges, he can't help but feel a sense of understanding.

With a heavy heart, the girl approaches the dramatics, perhaps hoping that this group, known for their flair and theatrics, would be more receptive. Unfortunately, her attempt to find a seat among them meets with the same outcome – rejection.

The girl's approach, her repeated gestures indicating her desire to join him at the table. Jacob, amidst the process of enjoying his meal, responds with a somewhat surprised yet hoarse tone. "You wish to sit with me?" His brief lapse in maintaining the feminine voice doesn't go unnoticed, and the girl might catch on to the nuances of his identity.

Nonetheless, the girl remains hopeful while nodding, awaiting Jacob's response as she stands near the table. "Yeah, you can sit with me, I don't mind," Jacob says.

The girl, grateful for the acceptance, offers a timid yet genuine smile as she settles into the seat across from Jacob. She carefully arranges her tray, displaying refined manners that hint at her affluent upbringing. Jacob, now assured in his decision, resumes his meal, taking bites from his burger while occasionally glancing at the girl.

In the silent exchange between Jacob and the girl, unspoken observations become the foundation of their newfound connection. Jacob scrutinized her every movement—the delicate arrangement of her tray, the subtleties of her posture, and the timidity in her actions. He sought to decipher the girl's nature, attempting to unravel the layers beneath her reserved exterior.

On the other hand, the girl's gaze wandered across Jacob's features, studying him with a mix of curiosity and interest. Her eyes traversed his attire, posture, and facial expressions, absorbing details that hinted at his background and personality. The cafeteria became a theater of silent espionage, where two individuals engaged in an exploration of each other's identities without uttering a single word.

Jacob couldn't help but notice the prolonged gaze of the girl. "You've been staring at me for quite a while, what's up?" The girl, caught off guard, displayed a momentary shock at being called out. However, instead of attempting to deny it, she tried to communicate.

To convey her thoughts, the girl began using sign language, attempting to express herself without words. In her signed message, she posed a question of her own "You're not a girl, are you?" The message was clear, and Jacob, quick to understand, responded with genuine surprise. "Huh?" He then realized that she was incapable of speaking.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you couldn't talk. I can't understand sign language. You mind writing it down on this board?" Jacob retrieved a whiteboard and marker from his bag. The girl nodded in agreement.

The girl delicately took the board and began writing in a neat font: "You're not a girl, are you?" Placing the board on the table for him to see. His eyes widened in shock, a sudden wave of panic washing over him. The realization that his secret might be exposed left him paralyzed.

As Jacob's mind raced through a whirlwind of thoughts, his leg tapping anxiously on the ground "She saw through me!? Everyone has taken a couple glances at me and I know the popular girls would have said something by now ..." The girl's simple question had triggered a cascade of internal turmoil. Wrestling with the idea of revealing his true identity on the very first day, to the first person he met, Jacob found himself at a crossroads between honesty and self-preservation. "Is she just insanely deductive?... Is she just messing with me?... Is everyone here just dumb as bricks and she's the only sensible one… Ugh… Calm down… Calm down…She doesn't look like the type to be a teacher's pet…. And my whole thing is honesty and being straightforward…. But if I tell her she could say something and tell everyone…."

The weight of the decision pressed upon him, causing his chest to tighten, his vision to blur, and his heartbeat to resonate loudly in his ears. "Nah…. Nah…. Be smart…. She was just ignored by everyone… I don't think they would even believe her…. I got enough fake confidence to talk my way out of the scenario…. So yeah…. I should be fine…."

"I have no clue what you're talking about" As Jacob attempted to deflect and deny the girl's question, his voice betrayed him, reverting to its natural tone. The girl's eyes widened in realization, and a smug expression played across her face. The mixture of terror and uncertainty gripped Jacob, unsure of how she would react. Her expression could potentially signal anything—from the possibility of cooperation to help keep his secret, to using the information for personal gain or even spreading it among the school.

As Jacob looked down at his empty plate, he took a deep, anxious breath before looking up at the girl across the table. His brown eyes reflected worry and a desperate hope for understanding. In contrast, the girl's mismatched pink and brown eyes seemed to hold a combination of interest, mischief, and a touch of innocence.

Jacob, using his real voice, confessed, "No, I'm not. I was born male, and I identify as a male." The girl, in response, took the whiteboard and wrote another message that questioned, "How did you manage to get into this school?" Jacob sighed before elaborating, "I lied. Well, I shouldn't say it like I attempted to. More like I was put into a situation where I had to say I was a girl."

Jacob noticed the girl leaning forward, and he pondered, "Is she... interested?" Leaning back slightly, he tried to push away some anxiousness as he began to explain the experiences that led him to this point. "I'll start from the beginning and work my way to how I ended up here. I'm actually not from Vale. I'm from Mistral. I came to Vale to become a Huntsman," he whispered, making sure only she could hear. "I wanted to go to Beacon Academy and graduate from there. My mom wasn't too fond of the decision. She didn't want me to leave for a new place, even though it was my dream. It was like she was keeping me trapped in a prison, unable to do what I wanted."

As Jacob continued to unravel his story, the girl's eyes grew sadder, reflecting a depth of understanding or perhaps a shared sense of confinement. They were two individuals, each carrying their burdens and seeking a way out of the constraints that bound them.

Jacob ended his heartfelt revelation, expressing "As someone who was homeless and probably going to die from starvation in a couple of days. It seemed like the best thing to do was accept her offer. So now I'm here." Her, understanding the weight of his experiences, conveyed her sympathy through a simple message on the whiteboard. "You have been through a lot. Sorry about the situation with your parents."

Despite the empathy, Jacob quickly reassured her "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's just my mom's fault for not understanding what I wanted. Anyways, that's enough about me. How do you feel about the school?"

She took the whiteboard once again and wrote, "It's not what I expected. People here are different. I thought it would be easier to make friends, but everyone seems to ignore me."

Jacob nodded, understanding her feelings of isolation. "Yeah, it's tough. People can be judgmental and closed-minded. But hey, you've got at least one friend now." He smiled warmly as his worries began to fade away about her blackmailing him.

"Your eyes, they're mismatched, sort of like a cat's. Were you born like that?" Jacob inquires, his curiosity piqued by her unique feature.

She responds by writing on the whiteboard, "Yes,". Jacob, finding it intriguing, continues the conversation, "It's pretty cool. Adds a certain charm to your look. Do you mind if I ask what brings you to this school?"

The girl hesitates for a moment, her mismatched eyes reflecting her anxiety. She contemplates whether to share her reasons for being at the school with Jacob. Her finger lightly taps her chin as she looks up, processing the overwhelming speed of making her first friend and the emotions that come with it.

She starts writing on the whiteboard, her small hands moving with purpose as she details her life. ""I grew up in a difficult household, and my parents used to keep me trapped in my room frequently. Living most of your life in a room with no friends and no one to care for you feels suffocating. So one day, I tried to escape my room, I accidentally ended up setting my room on fire. When my parents discovered what happened, they sent me here."

The atmosphere was filled with an awkward silence. The girl, perhaps sensing Jacob's discomfort, decides to redirect the conversation. She grabs her whiteboard and writes, "Enough about me, what do you like doing in your free time?"

Jacob responds very quickly "Besides being a huntsman in training, I make music." He pauses before finishing his sentence "I'm a rapper"

Her eyes widen with genuine interest and curiosity. The revelation resonates with an unfamiliar sense of excitement and anticipation. She realizes that this is the first time she's genuinely interested in someone's music, not because of any pressure or influence by her parents, but simply because it's her newfound friend who's sharing this part of himself with her.

Her eyes, once filled with sadness, now gleam like an angel. With a swift movement, she grabs her whiteboard and scribbles down a request "Do you have any songs you could show me". Jacob, familiar with this request, takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding.

"Sure," he replies. He then asks "Do you want a particular vibe for me to rap or are you fine with anything?", but she gestures that she's open to anything and simply wants to hear him perform.

Jacob opened his scroll, searching and picking a random instrumental. The melancholic instrumental set the mood, and Jacob, now focused and in the zone, began to bob his head in rhythm with the beat. The mute girl watched attentively.

As the beat enveloped the space around them, Jacob's voice seamlessly intertwined with the music. He started rapping:

If I take you to my land, space

You'd probably hate me for decisions that the man made

Im kinda nervous, vibrations in my handshake

They think my mans fake.

Well tell me if my mans fake

The man that's in the mirror washed up from all the damn breaks

Bring me back to shore to say im dry and now that man breaks

Get up out my damn face, I don't need your damn hate

Communicate, im trying but this relationship is damn fake

Tell me that you hate me, bring the past up to expose lies

I don't need your ignorance, The truth is what I don't hide

Tell me that im so right, tell me that im so fine

Im looking for myself, but I got nowhere else to go right

Now im on the road, right

Should've made a left

I been working, kinda scared to sleep cause crept is always death

Now the roses in the air, I just noticed "Will I fair?"

Im a poet with a pipe dream, but im posted over here

Ran away from my home

Feel that im moving wrong

Should I try to move along, or should I keep in touch, respond

Should I call her, say I miss her or just stay inside my dome

Life been rough when im alone

Life been rough cause im alone

Shoulder shrug to show no fucks. I do my best at moving on

Right my rights and right my wrongs

Close my eyes to show im gone

I been thinking bout my life and suicide, but writing songs

Guess the music is the thing I need

Life is like a Guillotine

Fighting for the rights of all the faunus but the people speak

Say they "Don't believe in me"

Say im just a "Little thing"

Bitch, im only human. Your harassment just go get to me

Now I raise a fist to speak

Now I change with clips and cheese

Now the change we wanted is just rooted in the violent things

Fuck…

Lost my girl

Lost myself

Lost my home

Now the doubts, start to roam

Im at best, when alone

What I want, is a home

What I want is a girl in my world, holding on

Im confused and just delusional

The steps I had to take to cloud my mind from death is beautiful

Walking through the pain and in the rain, when is my funeral

I only care for others, so when I die, it's the usual…

As Jacob concluded his verse, the weight of his words lingered in the air, leaving an impact on both himself and the mute girl. The instrumental gently faded away, allowing the echoes of his emotions to resonate in the silence that followed.

Jacob's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he watched the girl across the table clap in appreciation of his performance. Her tears, though subtle, spoke volumes, confirming that his words had indeed touched her in a profound way. Despite his initial uncertainty, seeing her reaction filled him with a sense of validation and accomplishment.

As the applause subsided and the girl's proud expression met his gaze, Jacob felt a warmth spread through him. It was a rare moment of connection. The genuine smile that graced his lips mirrored the one reflected in her eyes.

The rush of emotions from sharing his music with someone who appreciated it filled him with an indescribable sense of joy. His cheeks flushed with a deep shade of red, betraying the extent of his happiness.

Jacob turned around in his chair, facing away from the girl to conceal his blushing face and the broad grin that adorned his lips. He hoped that by hiding his expression, he could maintain an air of nonchalance, but the sheer exhilaration of the moment made it difficult to contain his excitement.

The girl, noticing Jacob's attempt to conceal his excitement, couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. His awkward charm and genuine curiosity endeared him to her even more, and she couldn't resist the urge to respond.

With a soft smile, she picked up her whiteboard and marker, ready to share a piece of herself with him. Carefully, she began to write, her movements deliberate yet gentle as she poured her thoughts onto the blank surface.

After a moment of contemplation, she held up the whiteboard for Jacob to see, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. On it, she had written a simple yet profound statement: "I like to read, draw, and I used to do acrobatics"

Jacob turned back around to read the whiteboard detailing the girl's interests. As he scanned the list, a sense of admiration welled up within him. "Acrobatics, that's cool," he remarked, genuinely impressed by her diverse hobbies. With a playful tone, he added, "Despite being a huntsman in training, I'm not very flexible," punctuating his words with a chuckle.

Despite his attempt at humor, Jacob's blush persisted, though it had softened slightly.

The school bell rang, interrupting their conversation and signaling the end of lunch. The girl took the opportunity to ask Jacob about his name. She wrote on the board, "So what is your name?" Jacob, considering his options, responded, "Which one?" She continued by writing, "I would like to know your real name, but I wouldn't mind knowing your alias." Jacob, with a slight hesitation, revealed, "Well, my real name is Jacob Macon. But my alias is Jasmine Macon."

The girl smiled before writing her own name on the whiteboard. Jacob watched as the girl wrote her name on the whiteboard in elegant handwriting, revealing it to him with a smile on her face. "Trivia Vanille" He thought, acknowledging her introduction. When she wiped the board clean and gestured to return it to him, Jacob hesitated for a moment before holding his hand up in refusal. "Keep it," he insisted, "it's more useful in your hands anyway." Trivia's smile widened at his gesture, feeling grateful for the gift. It was a small but meaningful token of their budding friendship, a memory of their first interaction at the school. She nodded in appreciation before carefully placing the whiteboard back into her bag.

As they made their way to class, Jacob struggled to maintain his balance in the heels, stumbling slightly with each step. He followed closely behind Trivia, relying on her to navigate the school's layout. While walking, Jacob couldn't help but steal glances at her. He noticed how much shorter she was compared to him, especially with the towering heels she wore. Trivia appeared to stand at around 4'11" in her heels, while Jacob, with his own heels, stood at approximately 6'0". The height difference between them was striking, but it didn't seem to deter Jacob from finding her even more intriguing.

As Jacob entered the classroom, he immediately sensed the intense stares from all the girls, their gazes fixed squarely on him. Feeling a bit uncomfortable under their scrutiny, he stood at the front of the class, scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. He waited patiently for the teacher to address him, unsure of what to expect next in this new environment.

The teacher, Scarlet Rose not knowing the truth and thinking Jacob is a girl begins speaking "Please introduce yourself to the class. List your name and some of your interests if you have any"

Jacob stood before the class, his heart pounding with nerves as he prepared to speak. With his fake feminine voice, he began, "My name is Jasmine, and I like making music." He hesitated briefly, catching himself before revealing too much. "And my dream is to be a huntress," he finished, adjusting his statement slightly to fit his current circumstances.

Scarlet Rose nodded approvingly as Jacob introduced himself. "Welcome, Jasmine. I hope you find your time at Beatrix Browning's Preparatory Academy enjoyable. Now, please take a seat, and we'll continue with today's lesson."

As Jacob made his way to an empty seat, he couldn't shake the feeling of all those eyes on him.

As the class progressed, Jacob and Trivia found small ways to entertain each other through jokes and shared moments. The connection they formed seemed to be growing stronger, providing a welcome distraction from the challenges they faced individually. The laughter and camaraderie between them created a sense of comfort in the midst of an unfamiliar environment.

As the laughter faded, Ms. Rose's authoritative voice filled the classroom. "Class has started, the instructions are to be quiet and learn." Trivia's nervousness was palpable, her fingers fidgeting with her pencil as she glanced nervously at the front of the room.

In contrast, Jacob remained composed, his easygoing demeanor masking any hint of unease. When Ms. Rose's gaze fell upon him, he didn't flinch, meeting her scrutiny head-on with a confident expression. He knew he had to act quickly to diffuse the situation.

"I was just helping her with her work because she's mute," Jacob interjected smoothly, his voice steady despite the sudden tension in the air. He leaned back in his chair casually, as if the explanation were the most natural thing in the world.

Ms. Rose's skepticism was evident as she studied Jacob and Trivia, her eyes narrowing slightly. She seemed unconvinced by Jacob's explanation, her lips pressed into a thin line of uncertainty.

However, Jacob held her gaze unwaveringly. He maintained his facade with ease, hoping to quell any doubts lingering in Ms. Rose's mind.

"The school's motto is to be seen, not heard, right? But the school is also known for its social etiquette. Wouldn't it make sense to help a classmate who is mute in a school where social etiquette matters?" Jacob's tone was polite, his eyes meeting Ms. Rose's with a mixture of confidence and respectful inquiry.

Ms. Rose, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected challenge, met Jacob's gaze. The room hung in anticipation as she considered his words. The tension in the air was palpable, and Trivia, sitting quietly beside Jacob, observed the exchange with a mix of anxiety and curiosity.

After a thoughtful pause, Ms. Rose relented, her expression softening slightly. "You have a point, Jasmine," she conceded. "Assisting a classmate in need does align with our values here. Just ensure it doesn't become a regular disruption."

Jacob nodded in acknowledgment, a slight grin playing on his lips. It was a small victory, but one that helped solidify his position in the eyes of the teacher. With a final glance to Trivia, he settled back into his chair.

"Move your desk towards Ms. Vanille since you wish to help her." Ms. Rose's decision to allow Jacob to move his desk closer to Trivia showcased a surprising degree of flexibility within the classroom dynamics. As Jacob shifted his desk, his eyes widened but he didn't waste time in moving his desk.

Once settled beside Trivia, he glanced at her and offered a small, reassuring smile. Trivia responded with a subtle nod, appreciating the unspoken support.

Seated side by side, they delved into the lesson on "Cultural Appreciation." Ms. Rose's teachings explored the various cultures present in the world of Remnant.

Throughout the lesson, Jacob occasionally whispered to Trivia, sharing tidbits about the different cultures, inserting humor where appropriate.

Trivia occasionally wrote notes on her whiteboard, expressing her thoughts and reactions.

Mr. Rose's stern voice cut through the classroom once more "Do you wish to be kicked out on your first day? What's so amusing." Unfazed, Jacob leaned back in his chair, a playful smile on his face as he responded, "Well, my work's already done. Might as well have some fun, right?"

Surprised by his confident response, Ms. Rose suspected that Jacob might have hastily filled in the assignment to deflect attention. She walked over to his desk, reaching for the paper. She quickly scanned the answers, her initial skepticism turning into genuine surprise as she realized that not only was the work completed, but it was also above average in quality.

A moment of realization dawned on Ms. Rose. The speed and accuracy with which Jacob had completed the assignment spoke volumes about his capabilities.

After a brief pause, Ms. Rose whispered to Jacob "If you wish to have fun, I will allow it. But try to be less distracting. And please turn your work in first before having fun." Jacob nodded in understanding, flashing a mischievous grin.

As discontent murmurs rippled through the classroom, one of the girls spoke out, voicing the frustration shared by others. "Why does Jasmine get special treatment? Is it just because she's the new girl?" Ms. Rose, appeared visibly annoyed by these insinuations and swiftly addressed the concerns.

"Jasmine is receiving attention because she's the only one who completed the assignment with such speed and quality. Most of you haven't even finished the work," Ms. Rose retorted. The other students exchanged glances, some still unconvinced, while others were begrudgingly accepting the explanation.

Jacob whispered to Trivia, "Do you want to play on your scroll with me?" she nodded in agreement. The two discreetly took out their scrolls, presumably to engage in some form of entertainment. However, Ms. Rose noticed Trivia's actions and questioned her.

"Ms. Vanille, have you completed your work as well?" the teacher inquired. Trivia nodded before handing in her completed assignment. Ms. Rose scrutinized the paper, acknowledging its quality and authenticity. After a brief contemplation, she relented

"I suppose this will do. You both may continue. Just don't disturb anyone," Ms. Rose stated. As the two resumed their scroll activities, the rest of the students in the classroom cast occasional glances in their direction.

As Jacob attends his last few classes of the day, he reflects on his experiences thus far. In "Fine Dining Etiquette," he finds himself in a rather peculiar situation. While he appreciates the importance of proper dining etiquette, he acknowledges his personal preferences when it comes to certain foods.

In "Fashion & Style," Jacob finds himself in an environment that allows for self-expression through clothing. Embracing the opportunity to dress up, he enjoys experimenting with different styles, perhaps channeling his inner rockstar. With a playful attitude, he blends elements of masculine with his attire, using the excuse of being a tomboy to justify his choices.

As he immerses himself in the class, Jacob notices Trivia's enthusiasm for fashion and style. However, he can't help but notice that her outfit doesn't seem to reflect her true self. Despite his genuine intention to offer constructive feedback, his comment about her outfit inadvertently causes her to feel slightly disheartened.

In his last class "Culinary Arts," Jacob finds a platform to showcase his skills, using his creativity to prepare dishes that not only taste good but also leave a lasting impression on Trivia.

While Jacob's cooking may not always reach the professional standards of the meals Trivia is accustomed to at home, she appreciates his efforts wholeheartedly. To her, Jacob's meals hold a special significance beyond mere taste; they symbolize his thoughtfulness and dedication to making her happy.

As Jacob and Trivia make their way back to their dorm room, a sense of contentment fills the air between them. Despite the challenges and uncertainties of the day, they both seem pleased with how things turned out.

"Class wasn't that bad, was it?" Jacob asks, breaking the silence as they walk side by side. Trivia responds by writing on her whiteboard "The only good part was how your food tasted. I kept burning mine,"

Jacob chuckles at her words, a warm smile spreading across his face. "You'll get better with time," he reassures her.

In the quiet confines of their dorm room, Jacob and Trivia settle in after their day of classes. Jacob, feeling a sense of relief, takes a seat on his bed while Trivia sits nearby.

As Jacob settles onto his bed, a sense of relaxation washes over him, evident in the way his shoulders loosen and his posture eases. Trivia, seated on her own bed, casts occasional glances in his direction, her expression curious.

Jacob's mind flits between the moments shared with Trivia, the laughter they've shared, and the newfound connection they've formed. He wonders what she might be thinking, what she might be feeling as she looks at him.

For Trivia, there's a sense of intrigue mingled with uncertainty as she watches Jacob. She's drawn to his presence, his easy demeanor and genuine smile, yet there's a part of her that remains cautious, wary of opening up too much too soon.

As Trivia gestures towards Jacob's bag, her curiosity evident in her expression, Jacob gives her a quizzical look before realizing what she's asking about. With a slight nod, he reaches over and unzips his bag, revealing its contents to her.

Inside, Trivia sees a few items in a disorganized manner: a notebook filled with lyrics and song ideas, a sketchpad with various drawings and doodles, a pair of headphones, and a small pouch containing pens and markers. Among these items, there are also a few personal belongings, such as a photo of Jacob with his family and a small trinket that seems to hold sentimental value.

Jacob watches Trivia closely as she examines the contents of his bag, curious to see her reaction. He wonders what she might think of his hobbies and interests, hoping that she finds them interesting or perhaps even shares some of them herself.

As Trivia reaches into Jacob's bag, her fingers wrap around an unfamiliar object—a handle with a button on it. Her brow furrows in confusion as she pulls it out, inspecting it with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "That's my Katana.'' Jacob said, the statement catches her off guard, and her expression shifts from confusion to fear.

Her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features as she considers the implications of Jacob's statement.

Yet, as she looks at him, she sees sincerity in his eyes. His reassurance that he's not lying carries a weight of honesty, and Trivia finds herself hesitantly believing him. "I'm not lying, I promise. Push the button on it and I'll show you" Jacob said

With a cautious nod, she considers his request to push the button on the handle. She tentatively presses the button, half expecting nothing to happen.

To her astonishment, the handle begins to transform before her eyes, elongating and shifting until it reveals the gleaming blade of a katana. Trivia's breath catches in her throat as she witnesses the transformation, her disbelief giving way to awe.

As the handle transforms in Trivia's shaky hands, she feels the weight of the Ōdachi-style katana for the first time. The blade extends, revealing its impressive length and curvature.

The blade's surface is adorned with patterns, lines that seem to shift and change color with the use of Dust.

The hilt of the katana is long, pale-red, with black wrappings that provide a firm grip. Trivia's fingers wrap around the handle tentatively, feeling the smoothness of the metal beneath her touch. It's a sensation unlike anything she's experienced before, and she can't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with trepidation.

Never having held a weapon, let alone a katana, Trivia's anxiety and curiosity are inextricably intertwined as she examines the blade.

As Trivia looks up at Jacob, her eyes wide with wonder, she can't help but feel a newfound sense of respect and admiration for her friend.

Jacob gently takes the katana from Trivia's hands, a protective instinct kicking in as he carefully sheathes the blade.

"I don't want you cutting yourself," he says softly. As he places the katana back into his bag, Jacob reveals its name—"It's name is Kūkan no yōso."

With the katana safely stored away, Jacob looks at Trivia with a reassuring smile..

As the sound of approaching footsteps grows louder, Jacob's senses sharpen, his attention drawn towards the source of the noise. His eyes meet the figures of Melanie Malachite and Miltia Malachite, known to many as the Malachite Twins. Their presence exudes an air of confidence and authority, their heels clicking against the floor with purposeful rhythm.

Trivia's expression shifts to one of horror, her anxiety palpable as she looks down nervously, clearly intimidated by the twins' presence. Jacob, on the other hand, maintains a nonchalant demeanor, his gaze meeting theirs without a hint of fear or apprehension.

As the Twins turn their attention to Jacob, their piercing gaze seems to penetrate through him, demanding respect and obedience. In unison, they ask "Who are you?" prompting Jacob to introduce himself using his alias, "My name is Jasmine.". The Twins respond with a chuckle, their amusement evident as they lay down their rules with an air of authority.

The first rule requires Jacob to bow when they walk by, a gesture of submission and deference to their superiority. The second rule stipulates that Jacob must surrender his food during lunch if they desire it, emphasizing their entitlement to his possessions. Finally, the third rule warns Jacob against getting in their way, suggesting dire consequences if he dares to challenge their authority.

The mischievous smiles on the Twins' faces falter as they realize Jacob is not paying attention to their threats. Instead, he seems engrossed in his own world, lost in the melodies streaming through his headphones. Their surprise is palpable as they exchange puzzled glances, unsure how to react to Jacob's disregard for their authority.

As the Twins walk away, Jacob's gaze follows them, his eyes filled with annoyance at their audacity.

After removing his headphones, Jacob relies on his senses, attuned to the distant echoes of the Twins' footsteps as they retreat. He mutters under his breath, his voice tinged with a hint of disdain, "Tch, classic bullies.. I ain't listening to that shit."

Trivia's expression shows her concern, her eyes reflecting a palpable sense of fear for Jacob's well-being. She begins writing on her whiteboard "Aren't you scared? What if they come back and bully you" Sensing her unease, Jacob turns to reassure her. "No, I have nothing to be afraid of. You shouldn't worry about me," he says.

Jacob reclines on his bed, his gaze drifting upward to the ceiling. In the quiet of their shared dorm room, his thoughts wander, contemplating the challenges they may face in their new environment. Despite the lingering tension from the encounter with the Twins, Jacob remains steadfast, his resolve unshaken as he prepares to navigate the complexities of their new reality alongside Trivia.