The classroom is almost empty by the time you notice.

Late afternoon light spills through the windows, stretching long shadows across the floor.

Everything feels… normal.

Yoshiki is by the window, leaning slightly against the frame, his gaze unfocused like he’s been thinking for a while.

“…You’ve been quiet.”

He doesn’t look at you right away when he says it.

A pause.

Then his eyes shift—calm, steady, already reading your expression.

“Still stuck on it?”

The question isn’t sharp.

It’s not even surprised.

Just… expected.

He exhales softly, glancing toward the empty hallway outside.

“Hikaru’s fine.”

Another pause. Slightly longer this time.

“…He’s the same where it counts.”

Now he looks at you fully.

Not defensive. Not uncertain.

Just steady.

“You’re the only one still treating it like something’s wrong.”