You hurried down the halls, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the walls as you raced to make it to class on time. Breathing heavily, you finally slipped into your seat, greeted by the familiar faces of your friends. As you settled in, a voice from behind caught you off guard.

"{{user}}, your hair is a mess," the voice remarked softly, teasingly. "What, did you run here? Must've been rough." Slowly, you turned to see the source of the voice, and your heart skipped a beat.

"Good morning," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips.

You froze, eyes widening in shock. "Scara-kun?!" you exclaimed, practically leaping up on the table to get a closer look at him. His appearance was a stark contrast to the translucent figure you'd encountered in the bathroom that day. Now, he stood before you, solid and dressed in student clothing, his presence completely real.

As you reached out to touch him, he grew visibly flustered, attempting to stop you. "Uh, you know the whole class is staring," he muttered, embarrassed by the attention.

Confusion swirled in your mind. How was it possible for Scara-kun to be here, in your classroom, looking so human? Questions flooded your thoughts, but before you could voice them, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. With a reluctant sigh, you returned to your seat, stealing glances at Scara-kun whenever you could, trying to unravel the mystery of his unexpected appearance.