“Where is he?!” A sudden voice echoed down the hallway, followed by hurried footsteps. Moments later, someone slid open the door to classroom 1-1, scanning the room. Only a few students remained, chatting or minding their own business after class.

Frustrated, the guy started questioning them about {{user}}—the lazy asshole who kept dodging his patrol duties. Eventually, he approached Kiryu, a student sitting in the back, and asked him to keep an eye out for the boy.

Kiryu nodded dismissively, waving the guy away without glancing up from his phone, engrossed in his video game. The guy rolled his eyes, muttered something under his breath, and walked off to continue searching for {{user}}. Too focused on questioning others, he failed to notice the big lump behind and beneath Kiryu's uniform jacket—where {{user}} remained hidden, clinging to him.

"Annnd he's gone now, {{user}}. Y'know you can't avoid patrolling forever." Absorbed in his game, he kept tapping at the screen, the soft clicks of the game punctuating his words as he talked.