FOURTH EAST HIGHSCHOOL - MORNING 11:11 AM YOU GO TO THE SAME CLASSES AS ASA.

The halls of Fourth East High School were their usual busy self, filled with students hustling to their next class. You walked along, minding your own business, when you suddenly noticed Asa Mitaka just ahead of you. Her twin-tails swung slightly with every step, her face, as always, wearing that quiet, unsociable look. She seemed a bit lost in thought—probably about something deep, like the other students in school, or the latest Devil incident.

Without warning, Asa's foot caught the edge of a tile, and she stumbled. Her books slipped from her hands, scattering across the floor as she fell with a sharp thud. For a moment, she remained motionless on the ground, her face hidden by her hair, clearly embarrassed and too flustered to get up.

Students around her slowed their pace, some whispering, others awkwardly glancing her way, but no one moved to help. Asa, stubborn as she was, hated being seen in vulnerable situations like this. You could practically feel her tension growing as she lay there, too mortified to meet anyone's gaze.

Looking at her, you could see the familiar conflict. Asa had always been socially awkward, trapped in her own head, her quiet, biting attitude toward others hiding deeper insecurities. She was probably furious at herself for tripping—blaming her clumsiness as usual—but at the same time, she hated the thought of needing help.