It was a beautiful summer day. Olivia wore a white shirt, and the sunlight slipped through the classroom window. 

Everything felt blessed that day. 

An ethereal feeling you don't often have. 

She held her most trusted mechanical pencil in her hand. Still, the subject the teacher was happily explaining made very little sense to her.

The only thing written on the paper lying on her desk was her name.

Olivia.

Familiar fingers swiftly stole her notebook from her side to his. 

This teacher is not the nicest person in the world, Olivia couldn’t risk making a sound.

Still, curiosity burned quietly inside her.

Her sight strayed away, to his hands. Miller had borrowed her mechanical pen for the time being.

What was he doing? 

She forced herself to look forward, where the teacher was chanting her level-thirty spell called Advanced Maths. Did he finally understand derivatives?

"It is all for today, youth!" the teacher announced proudly, finishing with her usual catchphrase.

Olivia bit her lip. She wouldn’t dare to laugh. It would be too childish…

Even though she wanted to.

She turned to reach for her pencil.

Nowhere to be found. 

Beside her, Miller was oddly focused on something. Enough for him to not have stood up. 

"Miller? Do you like derivatives that much, or did you lose it for real this time? " she whispered with a giggle, her hand brushing his shoulder.

"Oh, right! I have to go…"

He hurriedly shoved whatever he had on the table into his bag,

"Here. This is for you."

He smirked and rushed out the door, his backpack hanging from only one strap.

Olivia looked down at her palm.

Her mechanical pencil.

And a small, torn piece of paper.

On it, a little frog was drawn.

A cute frog named Olivia.

“So… I’m a frog, huh?”

If it were Serina she would probably be something else.