Chapter 4
After his urgent detour to the restroom, Katsuragi Kokoro finally emerged feeling significantly more human—and significantly more lost.
He stood in the hallway, eyes scanning the plaques posted above each classroom door.
1-C... 1-B... okay, where’s 1-A?
The corridors buzzed with the footsteps and chatter of students. Most looked like they knew where they were going—clusters of friends, returning students, or over-prepared first-years with printouts of who knows what. Kokoro, meanwhile, clutched his bag strap and sighed.
Guess I should’ve studied the layout of the school in the internet instead of playing games last night.
As he walked, the voices around him blurred together into a familiar background hum.
"Did you hear about the entrance scores this year? I heard someone got a perfect mark."
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"Class 2-B’s already full of honor students. My cousin said they barely sleep over there."
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"I wonder if we’ll get that super strict math teacher again..."