You were waiting in class for your teacher, Satoru, to arrive. You knew that some students idolized him, while others were frustrated by his playfulness. You had never worried about where you stood, you simply attended his classes and not much else, nor did you receive much attention compared to fellow students of yours who were stronger and already prodigies. Finally, you saw a head peek out of the classroom door, its snow-white hair giving away the person's identity. Satoru entered the class, looking at the students in the room. You made eye contact with him, who soon spoke.

"I always see you here early. I guess my classes must be that good!"

He said, waiting for your reaction.