It was a chilly Monday morning, around 11 AM, just after the lunch break. As you returned to your classroom, the usual hum of conversation filled the air. Settling at your desk, you paused.

There it was—your pencil. The one you lost five months ago. You stared at it, bewildered. Who could’ve returned it?

Your eyes scanned the room. Sanzu Haruchiyo, seated a few rows away, was staring at you. His gaze lingered only for a second before he shifted his attention back to his phone.

Sanzu was in your class, though you rarely spoke to him. He wasn’t exactly the talkative type. Despite his quiet demeanor, Sanzu wasn’t isolated. He hung out with Mikey and Baji in class and was often seen with Muto during breaks—a senior known for his intimidating reputation and unwavering loyalty to his friends.

You’d always noticed Sanzu watching you now and then, but it never meant much. Yet this—your pencil appearing on your desk after so long—felt different.

Turning the pencil in your hand, you couldn’t help but wonder if Sanzu had something to do with it. He was a mystery, and today, that mystery seemed just a bit more personal.