As Aoto made his way back to his apartment that night, the weight of the day's events settled in his mind. He had already experienced so much at CherryWood Academy, from intense poolside antics to unexpected rescues, but as he approached his building, something else caught his attention—a large cardboard box nestled against the side of the alleyway.

"Dang. Someone must have delivered something big," he muttered to himself absentmindedly as he walked by. But something made him double-take. He squinted, noticing a figure slumped inside the box.

"I take everything back I said earlier," he muttered again, this time with a more serious tone.

Peering closer, Aoto saw that it wasn't a delivery—it was a homeless woman huddled inside the box. She looked rough—really rough. Her long, messy indigo hair was matted with dirt, trash, and even bugs. Her skin was filthy, caked in grime, and her fingernails and toenails were disgustingly long, clearly having gone untrimmed for what seemed like years. The only piece of clothing she wore was an oversized, ragged trench coat, barely keeping her covered.

For a brief, chilling moment, Aoto thought she might be dead. Her stillness and the pallor of her skin unnerved him, but instinctively, he kicked her foot gently to see if she would react.

The woman let out a wheezing sound, her breath shaky but alive. She wasn't gone yet.

"You may be a stranger and a homeless person, but I ain't leaving you here hungry and unclean," Aoto said with resolve, bending down and carefully picking her up. She was light—too light—and he knew she must have been starving. Her body felt frail in his arms, like a shadow of what it once was.

With a sigh, Aoto carried her back to his apartment. He was well aware of the danger of bringing a stranger into his home, but something inside him couldn't just leave her there. Not like this.

Once inside, the first thing he did was bathe her. It wasn't easy. The woman was mostly unresponsive, her body limp as he carefully scrubbed away the layers of dirt and grime that had built up over her skin. He washed her hair, picking out bits of trash and bugs as gently as he could, though her long nails remained too tough for him to tackle alone.

After what felt like hours of work, the woman was clean, her skin pale but no longer caked in filth. Aoto found some fresh clothes for her—a large shirt and sweatpants that were a bit too big, but they would do for now. She looked somewhat human again, no longer the ghostly figure he had found in the box.

Now sitting beside her on the couch, Aoto glanced over at the woman, still silent and weak. He had already accepted that she might not say anything or even react, but he hoped his actions would at least bring her some comfort.

"I hope you don't mind me calling you, 'Hobo-san,'" Aoto said softly, knowing he wasn't going to get her real name anytime soon.

He got up and rummaged through his kitchen, whipping up a simple meal of soup and rice. It wasn't much, but it was warm and hearty. He placed the bowl in front of her and gently nudged her hand to let her know it was there. Slowly, the woman stirred and took small, shaky spoonfuls of the food. Her eyes met his for a brief moment, and though she didn't speak, the faintest glimmer of gratitude shone through.

"You're welcome," Aoto said, smiling softly. "It's the least I could do."

The woman's voice was weak, barely a whisper, as she tried to say something, but Aoto couldn't make out the words. "Don't worry. You'll be okay now. Rest here for the night, and we'll figure out something better for you tomorrow."

He found some blankets and pillows, setting up a makeshift bed for her on the couch. She lay down quietly, her breathing becoming more even as she drifted into sleep. Aoto sat nearby, watching over her for a while, his thoughts wandering.

The reality of life on Planet Comoros was sinking in more and more. While Aoto had been caught up in the chaotic adventures of the academy, there were others—like this woman—who were simply trying to survive. The disparity was clear, and Aoto couldn't help but feel a responsibility to do more when he could.

The next morning, Aoto woke up, expecting to find the woman still resting on his couch. But when he entered the living room, he found the blankets neatly folded and placed on the coffee table. The woman was gone.

He stood there for a moment, processing the emptiness of the room. Part of him hoped he would have been able to talk to her more, help her find something more stable. But another part of him understood—she wasn't ready to stay, not yet. People like her rarely were.

Though a sense of sadness lingered, Aoto knew that he had done what he could. Maybe she was out there now, a little healthier, a little stronger, and with a little more hope than before.

He glanced out the window, watching as the sun rose over the horizon. Life on Planet Comoros was full of surprises—some good, some bad—but Aoto was determined to face them all, with kindness, strength, and a willingness to help those who needed it.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for today, Aoto felt ready to take them on.

Aoto was shopping for groceries at a supermarket. While he was shopping he spotted the woman from last night begging for money in front of the store. Aoto sighs and continued shopping.

Later, Aoto comes out the store and meets the woman. She looks at him with a genuine smile. "You know you can always stay at my place."

The woman stood surprised, but looked behind Aoto with a shocked and scared look and hid behind Aoto. "What's wrong?"

Aoto looks to see a couple of rich wealthy looking students passing by chatting with themselves and ignoring anyone that doesn't look like the 1%.

Aoto looks at woman. "Were you a student from that school them rich students come from?"

The woman nodded and held onto Aoto.

Later, we see Aoto at his school campus with the woman and asked Akia about that the wealthy students. Akia sighs, "You just saw Saint Queen's Academy students. Rich, wealthy and a bunch of assholes. Especially to Lost Class."

"Lost Class?"

"That girl behind you holding onto you for dearly. She's a Lost Class. Their a class of Comos that are rare and very nomadic. As in, they are looking for a safe haven. My guess, this girl forged her documents to get in that school."

Aoto nods understanding, "Meaning the school found out the forgery and kicked her out."

"That's right. But there's one problem, the Saint Queen's Academy doesn't have a rule of 'kicking out students', only 'expelling'."

"Expulsions and Expelled are two different things."

Aoto spent the day trying to find a solution for the woman, reaching out to different organizations and shelters that could provide assistance to nomadic Comos like her. He also contacted some of his friends, including Izara, Matie, and Kay, who were willing to offer their support and help as well.

In the end, they managed to find a place for the woman to stay temporarily in the school, and Aoto made sure she had access to resources and support to help her get back on her feet. He knew that her journey to finding a safe haven wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to be there for her every step of the way.

As the days went by, Aoto continued to support the woman, building a friendship and bond that transcended their differences. He showed her kindness, understanding, and acceptance, and in return, she found a sense of belonging and trust in Aoto.

In the process, Aoto learned more about the struggles and challenges faced by the Lost Class Comos, and he became an advocate for their rights and well-being. He used his platform as a well-regarded Earthling human at the school to raise awareness and promote inclusivity and compassion.

Two weeks later, the woman was seen painting a picture in the Major Arts Hallway. She is now a student at the school and is wearing the uniform with a smile. Passing by, Aoto greets her. "Hey Luna! How are things?"

The woman whose name is Luna Marceau and is 16 years old turned around hearing her name, Luna turned around with a smile that lit up her face. "Hey, Aoto!" she called, her voice full of warmth. The transformation she had undergone was remarkable. No longer the fearful, lost girl hiding from the world, Luna now exuded confidence and calm, a testament to the support and friendship Aoto had shown her.

Aoto approached, grinning as he admired the painting she was working on. "How are things going?" he asked, genuinely interested in how she was adjusting to her new life at the school.

Luna set her brush down and stood up, her smile growing wider. "Things are great! I can't even begin to thank you for everything you've done for me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this second chance."

Aoto shrugged, his usual modesty kicking in. "You don't have to thank me, Luna. You're the one who's making the most out of it. You deserve this chance."

Luna glanced back at her painting—a vibrant scene of a sunset over a peaceful landscape, filled with soft colors and a sense of hope. "I never thought I'd be here, doing something like this again. It's amazing how quickly everything can change."

Aoto nodded, leaning against the wall as he looked at the artwork. "Yeah, life's funny like that. One moment, everything seems impossible, and the next, you're finding your way again. I'm glad to see you're settling in."

Luna's eyes softened as she looked at him. "You really don't know how much this means to me, Aoto. Being here, having this opportunity... I feel like I've finally found a place where I belong."

The memory of their first encounter outside the supermarket flashed in Aoto's mind. How she had been scared and vulnerable, hiding from the wealthy students of Saint Queen's Academy. Now, here she was—a student at CherryWood, doing what she loved, creating art, and smiling like she hadn't smiled in a long time.

Luna chuckled softly. "You know, when I was expelled from Saint Queen's, I thought that was it for me. I didn't belong anywhere. But now, being part of this school... it's like I finally have a future again."

Aoto gave her a thoughtful nod. "Yeah, those Saint Queen's students are on a whole different level. But you belong here, Luna. And you're gonna do amazing things. I can already tell."

As they chatted, Akia walked by, noticing the two of them. She waved, approaching with her usual upbeat energy. "Hey, Luna! Hey, Aoto! How's it going?"

Luna smiled at Akia, her gratitude evident in her voice. "It's going great, Akia. I've been working on this painting all morning. It's been a while since I've had the chance to really focus on something like this."

Akia nodded approvingly, looking over Luna's work. "That's awesome! I'm really happy to see you fitting in so well. I knew Aoto had good instincts when he helped you." She shot Aoto a teasing grin, adding, "He's got a knack for picking up strays, doesn't he?"

Aoto rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Yeah, yeah. I just can't help myself, I guess."

Luna laughed along with them, feeling more at ease than she had in years. She had found not only a safe place but also friends who cared about her. It was a far cry from the nomadic, fearful existence she had known as part of the Lost Class.

Aoto stood up straight, giving Luna a reassuring smile. "Well, I've got to head to class, but it was good to catch up. Keep doing what you're doing, Luna. And if you ever need anything, you know where to find me."

Luna nodded, her smile unwavering. "I will, Aoto. Thanks again—for everything."

As Aoto turned to leave, Akia waved goodbye to Luna before following him down the hallway. They walked together in silence for a moment before Akia glanced over at him, her expression soft.

"You know, you really made a difference in her life," Akia said, her voice sincere. "It's not every day that someone gets a second chance like that."

Aoto shrugged again, his humble nature making it hard for him to take credit. "I just did what anyone would've done."

Akia smirked, bumping his shoulder lightly. "No, you did what you would do. And that's what makes it special."

Aoto didn't say anything, but her words resonated with him. He had helped Luna, but in doing so, he had also learned something about himself—that even in a strange new world, he could make a difference. He wasn't just a bystander in life; he was someone who could help others find their way, just as he had found his.

As they made their way to class, Aoto couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. Helping Luna, meeting new friends, and navigating the challenges of Planet Comoros was all part of this unexpected journey. And while he didn't know what the future held, he knew one thing for sure:

He wasn't walking this path alone.

And that was enough to keep him moving forward.