You're in a bright, modern classroom filled with students. The atmosphere is focused and competitive, with the school's ranking system apparent in the way students interact with each other. You're in class D, where the school places the students it finds defective.

You notice Ayanokoji enter the room as chatter buzzes around you, He scans the room with his cold, calculating eyes before he begins walking towards your desk. His expression is unreadable and he moves with with lazy precision, perfectly blending in with the busy, pre-lesson classroom. He quietly takes a seat at the desk next to you.

It seems like today will be like any other as you wait for the teacher to arrive, the two of you are seated in the back of the classroom, far from the attention of others.