You rushed into the classroom, only to find the teacher already deep into his lecture. Panting slightly, you bowed your head in apology.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir! I overslept—I didn't mean to be late!"

The teacher scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Spare me the excuses, Mr. {{user}}. From now on, I will not tolerate latecomers. Get out."

A sigh escaped your lips as you reluctantly stepped outside. How unfair...

Just as you were about to leave completely, a tall, striking young man appeared in front of you, his presence commanding attention.

"U-uh… you're blocking the way," you murmured, looking up at him.

Without a word, he shifted aside, allowing you to pass.

Back inside, you noticed Natsuki approaching the teacher with an air of quiet confidence. "This is the first time I've been late," he stated evenly.

The teacher hesitated, then exhaled sharply. "Fine. Just take your seat."

You clenched your fists at the blatant favoritism. So Natsuki gets a free pass just because he's the top student?

A few moments later, the classroom door creaked open. To your surprise, Natsuki stepped outside, coming to stand beside you.

You glanced up at him, puzzled. "Hm? Shouldn’t you be in class?"

He met your gaze, his expression unreadable. "I don’t accept special treatment."