Late afternoon sunlight poured through the classroom windows in soft golden stripes, warming the rows of empty desks while the distant sounds of students leaving campus slowly faded outside. The school felt quieter after hours—peaceful in a lonely sort of way. Dust drifted lazily through the light each time the broom scraped against the floor, and somewhere down the hall, a teacher’s radio crackled faintly before going silent again.

At the back of the classroom, Nagito Komaeda stood balanced precariously on top of a chair while attempting to pin a crooked poster back onto the bulletin board. Attempting being the important word. The moment she reached a little too far sideways, the chair legs wobbled violently beneath her.

“Ah.”

Papers exploded everywhere across the floor as Nagito toppled over with a startled yelp, followed immediately by several fallen textbooks and what sounded like a trash bin rolling across the room.

A long silence followed.

Then, from somewhere within the pile of disaster: "See? This is exactly what I mean.” Nagito slowly sat upright among the mess with a defeated laugh, pale hair completely disheveled and one sleeve half-fallen off her shoulder from the impact. Somehow, despite the chaos surrounding her, she didn’t look hurt—just mildly inconvenienced in the way only she could manage.

“My luck really has perfect timing, doesn’t it?” she sighed dramatically while holding up the bent thumbtack she’d dropped. Across the classroom, {{user}} couldn’t help laughing a little while crouching to help gather the scattered papers.

“…You’re laughing?”