The next morning, we see Aoto cleaning his apartment up. Reason why?

Because CherryWood Academy Headmistress is coming to visit him.

To Aoto, he was down right afraid of seeing the Headmistress for the first time. So he's making sure that no piece of dust is not there.

"Can't be looking foolish here." Aoto said while wiping the kitchen table clean.

"Say, what is this?" A Warrior Class Woman said drinking Aoto's soda.

"Pepsi."

"Cool."

Aoto then double-takes at the woman who he just realized is sitting at his kitchen counter.

The woman was a Warrior Class given the large amount of tribal tattoos across her body, she's also wearing a suit that wasn't buttoned fully, black stockings and wearing black knee high boots. Her messy hair was tied in a messy ponytail and her dark green eyes looked extremely tired with dark circles underneath.

"Uhhhh," Aoto spoke nervously, "who the hell are you?"

"Right. We never officially met in-person. I'm CherryWood Academy's Headmistress. Principal Farah Harriet." The Warrior Class Woman revealed herself being CherryWood Academy's Headmistress.

"...Oh..."

"You must be Aoto Kenzo. The human from Earth." Headmistress Harriet said while eating his fries.

"Yes ma'am."

She gets up from the counter and walks over to him, looking him up and down and around him.

Aoto stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with shock as he processed the fact that the CherryWood Academy Headmistress, Farah Harriet, was casually sitting in his kitchen, drinking his soda and eating his fries. Not only had he never seen the Headmistress in person before, but she was a Warrior Class woman, giving her an imposing and intimidating presence. The tattoos that adorned her skin, the suit that was barely buttoned, and the air of exhaustion around her made her seem both powerful and... strangely relatable.

Farah, noticing his reaction, smirked a little, her tired eyes narrowing slightly. "Relax, kid. I'm not here to scare you. I just wanted to get a closer look at the human who's been causing so much buzz around the academy lately."

Aoto swallowed hard, trying to keep his nerves in check as he wiped his hands on the towel he'd been using to clean. "I... uh, wasn't expecting you to just show up like this, Headmistress."

She raised an eyebrow, casually reaching for another fry. "I figured it'd be better to catch you off guard. Less stiff that way. Besides, I like seeing how students live. It gives me a better sense of who they are." She glanced around his apartment, her gaze lingering on the spotless surfaces. "You're tidy. That's good. I hate messy people."

Aoto blinked, trying to figure out how to respond to that. "Uh... thanks?"

Farah chuckled, a dry sound that matched her tired demeanor. "Relax, kid. I'm not here to give you a hard time. But I do want to talk about something serious." She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms as she looked him straight in the eye. "Saint Queen's Academy."

Aoto felt his stomach drop. Of course, this was about Saint Queen's. Ever since that detour, it felt like the whole school was obsessed with the rivalry between the two academies.

"Yeah... I kinda got caught up in that mess by accident," Aoto admitted, trying to stay calm under the Headmistress's intense gaze. "I'm not planning on going back there, though. I don't want anything to do with them."

Farah nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Good. I'm not here to tell you how to live your life, Aoto. But I need you to understand something." She stood up straight, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "Saint Queen's Academy isn't just some rival school. They're dangerous in ways you might not fully understand yet."

Aoto raised an eyebrow, confused. "Dangerous? How so?"

Farah took a deep breath, clearly not wanting to divulge too much. "They have a lot of influence—politically, financially, and socially. They're not above using that influence to manipulate people and situations to get what they want. And trust me, they want something from you." She tapped her finger on the counter, her gaze piercing. "You're different. You're from Earth. That alone makes you valuable in their eyes."

Aoto frowned, trying to process what she was saying. "So... what should I do?"

Farah shrugged, walking back to the counter to finish her soda. "Just be smart. Don't get involved with them, and don't let them pull you into their games. CherryWood might be a bit chaotic, but at least here, you know who's got your back."

Aoto nodded, feeling a little more at ease. "Yeah, I've noticed that. Everyone's been really... protective."

Farah chuckled again, this time with a hint of amusement. "That's an understatement. Half the academy is ready to go to war over you getting too close to Saint Queen's." She glanced at the clock on the wall before finishing her soda. "Anyway, I just wanted to stop by and check on you personally. You've made quite an impression, Aoto. Keep your head down, and you'll be fine."

Aoto smiled awkwardly, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "Thanks for the advice, Headmistress. I'll do my best."

Farah nodded, pushing away from the counter and heading toward the door. "You'll be alright, kid. Just don't do anything stupid." She paused, looking back at him with a smirk. "And if you ever need backup, don't hesitate to reach out. We take care of our own at CherryWood."

With that, she left, the door closing softly behind her. Aoto stood there for a moment, blinking in disbelief. The Headmistress of CherryWood Academy had just casually dropped by his apartment, eaten his fries, and given him life advice.

"What the hell just happened...?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

As he went back to tidying up his apartment, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of relief. For all the chaos that surrounded his life at CherryWood, he knew one thing for sure: he wasn't alone in this.

Suddenly, Aoto heard Principal Harriet screaming, then the sound of someone falling down the stairs. Again.

Aoto sighs as he exited from his apartment, walked down the hallway and saw Principal Harriet upside down, her skirt ripped and her making a painful annoyed sound as she at the bottom of the stairs she fell from.

Aoto could only facepalm at this. ".....They should really put a damn sign here."

Aoto sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked down at Principal Farah Harriet, who was currently sprawled at the bottom of the stairs. Her suit was in disarray, her skirt torn from what was clearly an unfortunate tumble, and her expression was twisted into a furious grimace.

"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT, SMALL PERSON?!" she roared, her voice echoing down the hall.

Aoto, not wanting to deal with her wrath so early in the day, muttered under his breath, "I'm not even gonna bother with an answer." He looked away from her, shaking his head. This day was quickly becoming a headache, and it hadn't even fully started.

Farah tried to push herself upright, but her arms were wobbly from the fall, and she ended up falling back down with a loud groan. "Ugh... those damn stairs! Why is this place built like a death trap for Warrior Class women?!"

Aoto, knowing he should probably help, reluctantly made his way down the stairs and extended a hand toward her. "Here, Headmistress. Let me help you up."

She glared at him suspiciously but grudgingly accepted his hand. As Aoto pulled her to her feet, she dusted herself off, grumbling under her breath about the terrible design of the staircases.

"You didn't see anything," she muttered, trying to salvage her dignity as she adjusted her ripped skirt and crooked suit jacket.

Aoto raised an eyebrow but decided to play along, for his own sanity. "Right, I saw nothing."

Farah looked him up and down again, her eyes narrowing. "Good. Remember that." She started walking—more like limping—toward the exit, muttering curses about the stairs under her breath as she went.

Aoto, still standing there with his hands in his pockets, watched her leave and sighed once again. "I can't believe I'm stuck in the middle of all this..."

As he turned to head back to his apartment, he thought to himself, If this is how my mornings are going to be, I might as well get used to handling chaos.

Just as he was about to open his apartment door, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it and saw a text from Mako.

Mako: I smell donuts. WHERE. ARE. YOU. 🍩😡

Aoto groaned, muttering to himself, "Here we go again..."

Not a second later, Principal Harriet fell down the rest of the stairs.

Aoto could only stand where he is with a face holding in a laugh.

Later, Aoto used the elevator to come to the ground floor to see Farah face down ass up on the floor making painful, annoyed and embarrassed noises. "You know there was a elevator. Right?"

"SHUT UP!"

She gets up and her back cracks loudly. Aoto cringed at this.

"Now, my back hurts." Farah groaned.

"At least you didn't fall down the stairs again." She glares at him and exits the building, limping as she walks.

"Oh and Aoto." Farah called out to the human boy.

Aoto turns around to face her. "Yes, ma'am?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"...25?"

Farah chuckles at that, "Thank you for the compliment. But I'm actually 1,325 years old."

Aoto froze, blinking in disbelief at Principal Farah Harriet's casual revelation of her age. "1,325... years old?" he repeated, his mind struggling to grasp the sheer magnitude of that number.

Farah, still limping slightly and looking very much like someone far younger than a millennium, chuckled again. "Yep. Como longevity, kid. We age slowly, but it doesn't stop us from feeling pain." She winced, rubbing her back again, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Especially when we fall down stairs."

Aoto, still stunned, stammered, "W-well, you... you look really good for 1,325." He figured flattery couldn't hurt, especially considering how the day had gone.

Farah smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Kenzo, but I appreciate the effort." She gave him a quick nod before limping toward the exit. "Just remember what we talked about, kid. And next time, remind me about the elevator before I attempt the stairs again."

Aoto watched her go, still processing everything. "1,325... that's insane," he muttered to himself.

As Farah disappeared around the corner, Aoto shook his head in disbelief. This world of Comoros was wild—aliens, warrior women falling down stairs, and now immortal headmistresses. Just as he turned to head back to his apartment, his phone buzzed again.

Mako: I KNOW YOU HAVE DONUTS. 🍩💥

Aoto sighed heavily, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Well, at least Mako's not 1,000 years old... I hope."

The thought lingered in his mind for a second before he shuddered. "No, let's not even go there."

He made his way back upstairs, knowing full well the chaos was far from over.