In the lavish Blazewood mansion, Kris stands in front of a tall mirror, his vibrant orange hair a messy mop atop his head.
"James" he calls to the butler, who is meticulously arranging a stack of papers preparing Kris for his school.
"Can I get a quick haircut? I feel like my hair is a bit too long its covering my eyes"
James, with a smile, raises an eyebrow. "Haircut, you say? Let's make you look sharp for your first day, shall we?"
A few minutes later, Kris stands in front of the mirror, taking in his reflection.
A tall boy gazes back at him, his vibrant orange hair slicked back neatly, giving him a polished appearance.
He's dressed in an ironed uniform that fits him well, and he can't help but chuckle to himself.
'I look like one of those sissy K-pop boys,' he thinks, amused by the contrast between his new look and the rugged persona he once had.
"Now I'm ready for my debut," Kris muses, glancing over at James, who is hastily putting his phone away after taking a photo, a pleased smile on his face.
Clearly satisfied of his work, "Now that's the look of a Blazewood. The Masters would be proud."
....
After three days of adjusting to his life back home, Kris stands before the grand entrance of his new school.
The building rises majestically, showcasing elegant architecture and lush gardens where students chat and laugh as they head to their classes.
Cillian walks beside him, exuding a excitement towards kris being back to school.
Though Kris's original body has been in school for years now, but for him this marks his first day back after the transmigration, and he feels a mix of anticipation and worry.
As they approach the school, Cillian glances at him and says, "Don't worry Young Master, the school authorities know about your situation. They'll be accommodating."
Kris nods, a calm confidence settling over him.
He looked around feeling ambience of the school while they were walking through the corridor.
The grandeur of the school is overwhelming to him, its complete with modern amenities, vast courtyards, and sparkling fountains.
'This place is far too grand for my own good', Kris thinks, a hint of disbelief creeping into his mind.
He recalls the public schools he attended before, where even the most basic amenities were scarce.
Yet, despite the lingering memories of his past life, he feels a surge of excitement for his new life.
They move inside, Kris following Cillian through the bustling hallways filled with students.
"I apologize there's no time for us to tour today, Young Master" Cillian remarks, checking his watch.
"We need to get you to class first."
Kris still in awe of his surroundings, "It's alright Cillian, I'm a bit curious what the classes are gonna be like"
...
Kris step into the classroom, he scans the room filled with unfamiliar faces.
The environment feels alien, with posters of Data Beasts and academic achievements adorning the walls.
He chooses the nearest empty seat, a bit unsure of himself.
A girl steps forward, her bright eyes sparkling like the night sky, framed by long lashes that accentuate her striking features.
Her blond hair cascades in soft waves, perfectly styled, giving her an almost doll-like elegance.
With her crunched up brows and hands firmly planted on her hips, she exudes vexation.
"That's not your seat!" she exclaims, a mixture of annoyance and anger lacing her tone, her vibrant expression revealing both her beauty and her fiery spirit
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know" Kris hurriedly stood up and replies, glancing around, still confused.
Laughter erupts from the surrounding students.
"Look, Kris is trying to woo Belle again!" one boy mocks,
drawing more chuckles. "So shameless! He's been absent for weeks now and he hasn't even learn anything."
Kris stood there uncomfortably, still unsure of what's happening.
He looked at the girl Infront of her and asked kindly
"Um, can you help me and point out where I should sit?"
Belle scolds him further, her voice laced with discontent.
"Honestly, how shameless can you be? Just sitting in someone else's seat like you own the place!"
But beneath her fiery exterior, a flicker of worry gnaws at her.
'You even dared to sit in my seat, and you made me worry for a week! You didn't even text or call.' she thinks, trying to mask her concern with annoyance.
Just then, the classroom door slid open with a soft thud.
A tall, muscular black man strode in, his presence instantly commanding the room's attention.
His dark eyes scanned the class with a calm yet piercing gaze, exuding an air of authority.
Dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, he moved with the confidence of someone who had seen much of the world.
A hint of silver dusted his neatly cropped hair, and his deep-set jawline gave him a distinguished look.
Without uttering a word, he made his way to the podium, his mere presence silencing the murmurs of the class.
"Everyone, back to your seats!", his voice echoing through the room.
As he scans the classroom, he notices Kris staring blankly at the two empty seats.
kris unsure of himself went to the one in the left side seat of the room.
"Ehm, not that one" the teacher gesture to the chair at the back right corner.
Kris nods, feeling embarrassed but relieved as he moves to his assigned seat.
"Kris, remain standing," the teacher instructed, his tone both authoritative and gentle.
As Kris rose from his seat, he felt the weight of his classmates' curious stares.
The classroom buzzed with whispered conversations, eyes flicking between him and the teacher.
"I am Kwame Abara, you can call me Mr. Kwame. I am your Homeroom Teacher as well as your History Teacher, If you have any questions regarding school or if you don't feel well, you can approach me" Kwame introduced himself to Kris assuring him.
the other student stared blankly at Mr. Kwame, They were curious why he suddenly introduce himself to kris
Mr. Kwame explains that Kris has experienced amnesia due to some accident he had and he doesn't remember anything or anyone even his family, leaving the students in disbelief.
They look at him, stunned by the situation.
This Kris stands taller, exuding an unfamiliar confidence that seems to draw their attention.
Belle blushes at the sight of him. Guilt creeps in; she knows Kris would never have acted this way. Her anger stemmed from not hearing from him for almost two weeks.
Her gaze shifts to Kris, anticipating he would meet her eyes, but he remains distant. Belle's world suddenly shatters into pieces
'how could he not remember me.' Belle feeling devastated holding her tears in.
"Now Everyone, let's help Kris remember us, lets introduce ourselves to him one by one, starting with Kris" Kwame prompts, his voice breaking the tension in the air.
Kris takes a deep breath, ready to embrace this new beginning.
"Hello, fellow classmates. My name is Kris Blazewood. Please take care of me from now on."
As he finishes, the students exchange glances, uncertain of how to react. One brave soul speaks up.
"Hey, I'm Adam Rain," he says, scratching his head in confusion.
His tousled brown hair slightly obscures his blue eyes, which hold a hint of curiosity.
"Welcome back, I guess?" he adds with a friendly smile, seemingly happy to see Kris, even if he doesn't fully understand the situation.
"Chansey Pham here!" she exclaims, her voice ringing with enthusiasm.
Her long hair frames her face, emphasizing her bright eyes filled with curiosity.
"Do you really not remember us? This is crazy!"
Inside, Chansey feels exhilarated.
'I get to replant my first impressions; it's going to be exciting', she thinks, her warm smile and bubbly personality filling the room with joy.
"Jang Seonghoon," a boy with a black hair adds quietly as he sits back down. His introverted nature is apparent.
"Selina Sim," she says, adjusting her glasses as she shakes her head with amusement.
"I don't believe you lost your memories." skeptical, as if she's entertaining a conspiracy theory, and the glimmer of curiosity in her eyes suggests she's eager to uncover the truth behind Kris's mysterious situation.
"Thursday O'Reilly," he says with a grin, his Irish accent adding a lively charm to his words.
"Just glad you're back, mate!" Thursday chuckles, a bit too enthusiastic, clearly eager to make light of the situation despite not being particularly close to Kris.
His laughter fills the room, showing he's genuinely relieved but perhaps overdoing the enthusiasm a bit.
"Hey, Kris! The name's Necho Rivera, your one and only friend!" he exclaimed with a smile, though a hint of worry flickered in his eyes.
Silently assuring him that they would pull through this together.
"Enough with the flirting," the boy with green hair interjects,
He just smirks, leaned back in his chair, a cocky attitude evident in his posture.
"Miguel Verde, by the way," he says with a casual wave.
"Don't worry, we'll remind you just how embarrassing you were before!" His tone is laced with sinister, clearly relishing the chance to poke fun at Kris.
Belle stood up and step forward, hands on her hips, her bright eyes staring at Kris.
"I'm Belle Carter" she declares, a mix of confidence and sass in her voice.
"You might not remember me, but don't think for a second that I'll let you forget who I am!" Her fiery spirit shines through, making it clear that she's ready to make Kris remember his feelings for her.