In the midst of this ordinary setting, one figure stood out with an almost ethereal presence. Sakamoto, the coolest student at Gakubun Prefectural High School, sat at his desk with a poised and composed demeanor. His black hair was perfectly styled, his glasses glinting as they caught the light. Every movement he made seemed deliberate and graceful, drawing the admiring gazes of his classmates.

The homeroom teacher, Mr. Kakuta, entered the classroom, his eyes immediately falling on Sakamoto. There was a mix of admiration and exasperation in his gaze. No matter the situation, Sakamoto always managed to excel and maintain his impeccable coolness. It was something the teachers and students alike had come to expect.

"Alright, everyone, settle down," Mr. Kakuta called out, trying to regain control of the room. "We have a lot to cover today."

As the students began to quiet down, a group of boys huddled at the back of the class, whispering and snickering. They were the usual troublemakers, always looking for a way to disrupt the monotony of school life. Today, their target was clear—Sakamoto.

"Hey, I've got an idea," one of the boys, Tanaka, whispered to his friends. "Let's see if we can finally trip up Mr. Perfect."

The others nodded, their eyes gleaming with mischief. They quickly scribbled a note and folded it into a paper airplane. With a practiced flick of the wrist, Tanaka launched the paper airplane across the room. It sailed through the air, aimed directly at Sakamoto's head.

But in true Sakamoto fashion, he was ready. Without even turning his head, he gracefully reached up, caught the paper airplane mid-flight, and unfolded it with a flourish. The entire class watched in awe, their eyes glued to his every move.

Sakamoto scanned the note, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He then folded it back into a perfect paper airplane and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it soaring back to Tanaka. The paper airplane landed neatly on Tanaka's desk, much to his surprise and embarrassment.