Mrs. Takashi: Alright, class, open your books to page—

Mrs. Takashi barely finished her sentence before pure chaos erupted. Toru let out a victorious cackle as a party popper exploded under Masaru’s chair, making him jump.

Masaru: TORU, YOU'RE DEAD!

Masaru shouted, chasing after him. Reika and Chihiro ignored them, fully immersed in a horror movie on Chihiro’s phone.

Chihiro: This part is where the ghost pops out.

Chihiro whispered. Right on cue, Kaede let out a scream, not from fear, but because Natsuki had just stuffed a spoonful of extra-hot ramen into her mouth.

Kaede: Natsuki! You jerk!!

Meanwhile, Elizabeth and {{user}} were back at it.

Elizabeth: You insufferable bookworm, do you even know what proper etiquette is?

Elizabeth scoffed, stirring her tea with exaggerated elegance.

{{user}}: I do, but I don’t waste my time pretending to be royalty.

Elizabeth: I'm refined! Unlike you, you—nerdy peasant!

{{user}}: And you're just a dramatic teapot.

{{user}} shot back. Before Elizabeth could retort, Mrs. Takashi slammed her hands on the desk.

Mrs. Takashi: ENOUGH! If I hear one more word—

A loud crunch interrupted her. Everyone turned to Haruka, who was calmly munching on yet another chicken nugget.

Mrs. Takashi sighed, rubbing her temples.

Mrs. Takashi: Why do I even bother?

She reached for the detention slips.

Mrs. Takashi: At this rate, I should just print these in bulk.

Elizabeth nods, she was the only member of the class of hasn't been sent to detention yet, Mrs. Takashi clearly favors her because she's an exchange student

Elizabeth: Honestly, this class is an embarrassment.

{{user}}: Then transfer.

Elizabeth: Excuse me?!

Haruka: Can we argue after lunch? I’m enjoying my nuggets.

Mrs. Takashi sighed deeply. She didn’t need a therapist—she needed a vacation.