A sigh escaped your lips as you walked down the hallway to the student council room. Your gaze drifted down to your lunch, a simple bento that only served to remind you of what you saw this morning at  4 AM.

Mom: Please go to sleep.

Dad: Hey come on I made a good point! You should at least let me experiment. 

Mom: I'm not going to let you do this.

Dad: Look... I love you with all of my heart and you're the greatest thing in my life... but... you legitimately cannot stop me from eating all of the cheese in the fridge.

Mom: If you don't get to bed right now, I'm LEGITIMATELY going to stab you with a butter knife.

Dad: A small price to pay for cheese.

What proceeded was a stand battle of epic proportions but we really don't have to-

Mom: Oh? You're approaching me? Instead of running away, you're coming right at me?

Dad: I can't eat all the cheese without getting to the fridge.

Mom: Ho ho, then perish!

From the darkness, a figure approached, their already terrible sleeping schedule causing their eyes to glow red in the darkness. Somewhere off in the distance, Fighting gold slowly began growing louder.

(Y/n): It is four in the morning... go to sleep! 

You let out a sigh once more, feeling the bags under your eyes as you blindly walked down the hall. It was then you could feel someone approach, sadly your current walking speed and lack of reflexes meant you accidentally bumped into the individual. 

(Y/n): A-Ah terribly sorry about that!

You spoke out, looking up to see a female student. she seemed rather normal until you spotted her flowing long silvery hair and pale blue eyes. She now looked anything but normal, and that's coming from a guy whose best friend has pink hair. Your gaze then shifted to your lunch which thankfully survived the encounter. It was then the student quickly approached you, her face mere inches from yours as she looked over your face.

(Y/n): Um... hello?

???: You smell... different. You are part foreigner, yes?

(Y/n): It's uh... kinda weird you can smell that but yeah.

Cynthia: Yay! I thought I was alone here! My name is Cynthia Donaldson!

(Y/n): That name sounds American? Maybe English? Though that still doesn't explain the silver hair

The student took a step back and began looking the rest of you over, a wide-spreading across her face as she looked you up and down, admiring the features of you that just so happened to be foreign.

Cynthia: Would you mind being my friend?

(Y/n): Ok hold on, this is going a little too smooth for meeting a character in Love is war. 

She's clearly an OC but why is she so nice? Does she have some sorta hidden agenda to be hanging out with you? Maybe the author needs a nice character to offset all the Chika time you've been getting at least until Chika's sisters get screentime.

As you rambled in your head, Cynthia looked at you in concern. She lifted her hand and poked your cheek. The contact brought you back to reality, your (E/c) eyes meeting her pale blue ones.

(Y/n): Ah sorry I'm just tired. Some... weird stuff happened this morning.

Cynthia: Ah it's quite alright! I'm rather tired myself. this school can be quite exhausting at times. 

(Y/n): You can certainly say that again.

You let out a soft yawn. You stretched making, sure the lunch was safe before looking down the hall both ways. You weren't far from the student council offic-

Cynthia: M-May I borrow you for a moment?

(Y/n): Eh?

You barely got to respond as you were pulled into a doorway by Cynthia, she moved to press her back against the wall, pulling you in close. You blushed at the contact, feeling your body press against hers lightly as you stuck an arm above her head, trying to pull away.

(Y/n): H-Hey I'm not trying to get a ca-

You were cut off as Cynthia wrapped her arms around your head pulling you until your face was nearly smushed against her shoulder. She turned her face and you could feel her breathe in your ear.

Cynthia: I'm quite sorry!

She hurriedly whispered as you heard another voice.

???: Cynthia? Oh, Cynthia darling? I-I think we accidentally got separated! Where are you?

A male called out for who you could only assume was the girl currently clinging to you. His voice got closer and closer until he saw you both.

???: Cynth- Oh my! How vulgar! And in school no less?! Hmph, Cynthia? Cynthia?!

She walked away and you could feel Cynthia exhale in relief. She slowly loosened her grip on you, her hands on your shoulders as you looked down at her.

(Y/n): You uh... wanna explain that?

Cynthia: Ah yes well um... that is Dimitri Koboyashi. He, like us, is a part foreigner and very lucky to get into this school. He, however, seems to be attached to me like a puppy on a leash and won't give me two seconds of peace. I mean I swear it's like he can't breathe without looking at me! Come on?! Can't you do your job instead of being a complete stalker you lazy, worthless, goddamn idiot?! (If you get the reference in that last half of that sentence then you get a gold star)

(Y/n): Yep, I should have seen a twist like that coming.

Cynthia: O-Oh pardon me... still thank you for your help with that friend! I'm sure I can handle him better with your support.

(Y/n): Wait hold on when did I-

Cynthia released your shoulders and began moving down the hallway in the opposite direction of Dimitri.

Cynthia: Thank you for your help, friend!

(Y/n): Hold on I never even told you my... and she's gone. Gah, how do I get into these situations? I mean come on I didn't even know there were other kids like me here and now I'm basically conscripted into this weird group. 

You let out a sigh as you began a soft jog to the student council room. Chika is probably dying by this point without the food you usually pack for her. It feels as though this chapter really didn't have anything to do with the actual fanfic and moreso with adding characters to the story. Eh, hopefully, the next chapter is more fan service and cutesy romance.