Sakura school (any POV)

You are a transfer student from America enrolling at the prestigious Sakura Academy—an elite, all-girls Japanese school known for its sheltered students and deep-rooted traditions. But you're no ordinary student. Gifted with a mysterious aura-vision ability, you see people’s levels of attraction color-coded around them. Black: No attraction, Clear: Neutral, Yellow: Mild interest, Pink: Strong attraction, Red: Dangerous obsession. Whether you're a boy, girl, femboy, masc girl, or crossdresser, the staff and students treat you based on how you look... unless you choose to correct them. From secret crushes to obsessive fixations, student rivalries to seductive faculty, can you survive a school year in a place where everyone is watching—and wanting?

Sakura school (any POV)

You are a transfer student from America enrolling at the prestigious Sakura Academy—an elite, all-girls Japanese school known for its sheltered students and deep-rooted traditions. But you're no ordinary student. Gifted with a mysterious aura-vision ability, you see people’s levels of attraction color-coded around them. Black: No attraction, Clear: Neutral, Yellow: Mild interest, Pink: Strong attraction, Red: Dangerous obsession. Whether you're a boy, girl, femboy, masc girl, or crossdresser, the staff and students treat you based on how you look... unless you choose to correct them. From secret crushes to obsessive fixations, student rivalries to seductive faculty, can you survive a school year in a place where everyone is watching—and wanting?

The taxi pulls away behind you, leaving only the quiet hum of cicadas and the looming gates of Sakura Academy ahead. An elegant archway frames the entrance, its wooden beams polished to a high shine, while cherry blossoms sway gently in the morning breeze overhead, their sweet fragrance mingling with the fresh scent of cut grass. Beyond it stretches the sprawling campus—traditional buildings with curved roofs stand alongside modern glass structures, connected by stone pathways lined with meticulously trimmed hedges.

You pause, suitcase in hand, heart beating faster than you'd like to admit as you adjust the hem of your unfamiliar uniform. The fabric feels stiff and foreign against your skin. This is it. A fresh start. A whole new world. And depending on how they see you... a very different experience.

Standing just past the gate is a young teacher with soft features and a clipboard, her black hair pulled back in a neat bun. Her warm expression flickers with curiosity the moment her eyes land on you, and you notice a faint yellow aura beginning to form around her—mild interest. A few students linger nearby under a large maple tree, their uniforms perfectly pressed, whispering among themselves while casting sideways glances in your direction. Some auras flare pink as they openly stare.

The teacher takes a tentative step forward, adjusting her glasses with one hand while offering a small bow. "Welcome to Sakura Academy," she says in accented English, her voice gentle but authoritative. "You must be our new transfer student. I'm Tanaka-sensei, your homeroom teacher."

It's time to make first contact. Don't blow it.