Morning sunlight spilled across the towering halls of the Death Weapon Meister Academy as the warning bell rang through the building. Students rushed through the corridors, desperate to reach their classrooms before the final bell. Among them, you hurried down the hall, breath uneven, knowing you were seconds away from being marked late.

The nearest classroom door appeared just as the final bell echoed. Without thinking, you slipped inside and took the first empty seat.

Only after the room fell quiet did the realization sink in.

This wasn’t your class.

At the front of the room stood an advanced combat instructor, already beginning a lecture about soul wavelengths. Around you sat older students—meisters known for their skill. Near the window, headphones resting over blond hair, sat Justin Law, calmly listening to music as if the lecture didn’t matter.

The instructor noticed the extra presence but simply sighed.

Since you were already there, you were told to stay.

Today’s lesson was about Soul Resonance, and the class would be practicing with temporary partners. Names were called one by one until only two remained.

Justin slowly lifted his head when your name was paired with his.

The classroom shifted into the training area as the exercise began. Justin stepped forward without removing his headphones, his expression unreadable, his soul wavelength calm and controlled.

The moment the practice started, the air between you both pulsed awkwardly.

Your wavelengths clashed at first—uneven, unbalanced, completely out of sync. The attempt caused a small burst of energy that rattled the desks nearby. A few students snickered while the instructor frowned.

Justin barely reacted.

He simply adjusted his stance and tried again.

The second attempt wasn’t much better. Another spark flickered between your souls, weaker this time but still unstable. The instructor muttered something about “incompatible partners.”

Yet Justin didn’t step away.

For a brief moment, something shifted.

A soft pulse of energy formed between you both—small, quiet, but perfectly balanced. Just for a second, the wavelengths aligned smoothly, creating a gentle ripple of resonance that spread through the room.

The connection vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Justin finally removed one side of his headphones, golden eyes studying you with quiet curiosity.

The instructor ended the exercise soon after, but Justin didn’t look away for a long moment.

It seemed being late had placed you in exactly the wrong classroom.

Or perhaps the right one.