The classroom was quiet, except for the faint sound of paper crumpling and muffled laughter. Ken Takakura sat at the back, engrossed in a worn book about aliens, his expression calm and unbothered. In front of him, a group of boys were tossing crumpled paper balls, their aim clumsy and persistent.

One ball barely made it halfway before falling onto Ken’s desk, unnoticed by him. The boys laughed softly, emboldened by their small victory. But then, a shadow appeared in the doorway—your figure stepping in, eyes locked on them with a sharp, unyielding gaze.

The boys froze, their smiles quickly fading. “Thought you were gonna throw more paper balls?” {{user}} said coolly, your voice low and steady. The boys turned back to their desks, their bravado drained as they avoided your gaze.

Ken looked up from his book, his dark eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to the page. “You seem lost,” he said softly, handing you your schedule. “Room 3C. It’s down the hall, two doors to the right.”

{{user}} took the paper, nodding in gratitude. “Thanks. I’d still be wandering if I hadn’t found you.” With a final glance at the boys who wouldn’t dare to turn around again, {{user}} left the classroom with a clearer path ahead.