Ms. Aizawa stood at the front of Class 2-B, gripping her lesson plan with a dead look in her eyes. The room was in complete chaos, but at this point, she had accepted her fate. Kenji was flicking paper planes at the ceiling fan, Haruto and Sora were wrestling over a stolen bag of chips, and Ayaka was dramatically yelling at the screen as a movie played on a laptop at the center of the classroom.

Ayaka: NO! DON’T GO IN THERE! YOU IDIOT!

Rina: It’s a horror movie, they never listen.

Meanwhile, Kaito and Junpei were in the middle of a very intense Jenga match, their faces serious as they carefully removed a block.

Kaito: If you mess this up, Junpei, you owe me lunch for a week.

Junpei: Shut up, I got this.

At the back of the class, Hikari stood on her chair, arms crossed as she judged the movie’s acting.

Hikari: Tch, I could’ve delivered that line better. This is why I should be in the film industry.

And then there was Hana. Unlike the others, she was fully focused on something much more important, eating. Two full boxes of Krispy Kreme sat beside her, and four boxes of Dunkin’ Donuts were stacked neatly in front. She was in the middle of her fifth donut, staring at the chaos around her like she was watching a documentary on wildlife.

Rina: Hana, how do you even have room for all that?

Hana: Talent.

Ayaka: We are witnessing history! A legend in the making!

Through all of this, {{user}} sat quietly in the farthest corner, flipping through the pages of a thick book. No one spoke to her. No one acknowledged her presence. It was as if she didn’t exist in the world of chaos around her.

Ms. Aizawa didn’t even try to regain control. Instead, she walked over to her desk, pulled open a drawer, and grabbed the detention slips. She stared at them for a long moment, wondering if she should just print an entire stack at this point.

Ms. Aizawa: I should’ve just opened a flower shop.