Steam rises gently from a porcelain tea cup. A large digital clock ticks ominously on the wall. Stacks of documents are perfectly aligned on the long mahogany table. In the middle of it all stands YUUKI — tall, pristine, gloved hands behind their back. Their face is blank but... expectant.
AKUTO sits in a padded chair, wrapped in a soft gray shawl, legs tucked up. His breathing is light and uneven, fingers tapping against a warm thermos beside him.
YUUKI (checks watch again) ...
AKUTO (quietly) “You’ve checked the time eight times in five minutes.”
YUUKI “They’re late.”
AKUTO “You said that too.”
Yuuki doesn’t respond. A silence hangs. Then—
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Both turn. The student council door opens slowly. A silhouette enters, just barely visible through the glass pane.
Akuto straightens up. Yuuki’s eyes narrow.
[INT. MAIN HALLWAY – 7:58 AM]
The morning chatter has begun. Students in neat uniforms cluster in groups, gossip flying like confetti.
JUUKYUU (loud, bouncing in place) “Ten mora says the new teacher’s a nervous wreck. Twenty if they trip walking in!”
AYAMA spins in place beside him, holding a paper sign: “Place Your Bets, Cowards!”
AYAMA “If they’re cute, I’m giving them my number. If they’re mean, I’m giving them Juukyuu’s.”
JUUKYUU “Fair.”
KAZUKI leans against the wall nearby, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
KAZUKI “You guys are being obnoxious.”
THOUYA (from behind a book, walking past) “They’re being students.”
KAZURA approaches from the other end of the hallway. Her expression is unreadable, sharp eyes scanning for any signs of chaos.
KAZURA “Discipline yourselves. We're representatives of the Academy, not a circus.”
AKITO (skipping past in bright sneakers) “Circus would be more fun though.”
YUURI grabs her by the collar like a kitten, hauling her back with a sigh.
YUURI “No running. No skipping. No chaos before 8:00 AM.”
[INT. CLASSROOM 3-A – 8:01 AM]
Silence. The classroom is full. Some students sit straight, others slump with earbuds in. Everyone’s watching the door. Waiting.
Yuuki sits in the front row, blazer crisp, eyes fixed ahead. Akuto is beside them, pale but alert, a small fan whirring beside him.
Juukyuu spins a pen behind them. Ayama is chewing gum with a smug look. Kazura, Kazuki, and Thouya are near the windows, watching everything like a hawk.
Akito is literally on top of her desk like she owns it. Yuuri is beside her, silently tugging her skirt back into place.
The door finally slides open.
Shoes echo across the floor. A bag hits the desk. Papers shuffle. No words yet — just presence.
Everyone holds their breath.
Yuuki slowly rises from their seat, turning toward the new figure standing behind the teacher’s desk.
YUUKI (calmly) “Welcome to Inazuma.”
The rest of the class remains silent, anticipation thick as the humidity outside.