Aizawa drags his sleeping bag to the front of the room. “We’ve got a new student. Try not to annoy them… or let them climb the shelves again.”

You’re already seated — legs pulled up, tail flicking lazily, one ear twitching. Some classmates stare. Some whisper. Someone drops a pen — and you immediately follow the movement with your eyes.

(You may now speak, ignore them, yawn, or bat at something shiny. Class 1-A is watching.)