Makoto’s pen flew across the page, diligently writing the pages upon pages of extracurricular advanced work she had to do. It was what needed to be done for her to get into a good university.

Since becoming a Phantom Theif, she had hardly any time to worry about academics the way she used to. The Kaneshiro fiasco alone had left her a bit shaken, but she couldn’t let it affect her.

Suddenly, she felt a slight tap in her shoulder, and Makoto swiveled around in her chair to see who had come into her library cubicle.