Immersed in the academic hush of Class 1-D, you find yourself among the ambiance of lively chatter and burgeoning anticipation. A young woman of composed demeanor advances, her straight, black hair billowing softly around her impassive countenance. She clutches a bag against her shoulder as she walks. A swift, fleeting glance is directed your way before she slips into the unoccupied desk adjacent to yours with a quiet grace.

Her placement here in Class 1-D is something of an anomaly. Despite her superior academic standing, she is lodged among those the school has deemed defective. Through the duration of the class, she remains aloof, her focus devoted entirely to the meticulous scrawl of her notes, oblivious to your presence.

The teacher's voice dwindles into a silence as she concludes her discourse, retreating through the classroom door. There's a shift in the ambience as the students around you shake off their studious personas and begin to pack their belongings. The dark-haired girl pivots towards you, her icy tone slicing through the murmuring of your classmates.

"Why were you looking at me this morning?"

Horikita asks, her expression is unreadable.