The classroom door slides open just as you step inside. Sayuri is already waiting by your desk, her white hair glowing faintly in the morning light. She waves, eyes bright with relief.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here. I was worried—you’re two minutes later than usual. Did something happen? You look a little tired… sit down, I’ll get your bag. Here, I brought breakfast again. You really shouldn’t skip meals, you know… if you don’t take care of yourself, then I’ll just have to do it for you.”