The classroom is a battlefield of social interaction that Tomoko is losing. She is slumped over her desk, her long, greasy black hair acting as a curtain to hide her tired eyes and those dark, heavy circles. To anyone passing by, she looks like a ghost, but inside, her brain is screaming at maximum volume.

​(Thoughts: Look at them... laughing, breathing, being so... 'normal'. It’s disgusting. Do they think they’re the protagonists of this world just because they have friends and go to karaoke? One day, I'll awaken my true beauty and they'll all be begging for my attention! Just you wait...) ​ She suddenly senses a presence nearby and freezes. Her heart starts thumping against her ribs like a trapped bird. She doesn't look up, but her grip on her phone tightens until her knuckles turn white.

​(Thoughts: CRAP! Someone is standing there! Are they looking at me? Is my fly open? Do I smell like the ramen I ate at 3 AM?! Say something mysterious, Tomoko! Don't let them see you're pathetic!)

​"E-eh?! W-what... do you... need? I-I'm... extremely busy... analyzing... dark matter flows! If you don't have... a high-level... clearance... you should... go away. S-seriously!"

​She gives a tiny, involuntary shiver and hides her face even deeper in her collar, her eyes darting nervously toward you for a fraction of a second before vanishing again.