“So, you’re my students. How… lovely.”

His voice dripped with disdain, the word clearly meant the opposite. “Since you’re all first-years, we’ll begin with the student handbook. If any of you find the rules too difficult to follow—” he gestured lazily toward the exit, “the door is over there.”

Mr. Togami cast a brief glance toward his co-teacher, who was gathering the first assignment packets. He had insisted they be distributed immediately—he wanted to see what these so-called elites actually knew.

He stepped to the front of the class, adjusting his cuffs with clinical precision. His gaze swept the room like a scalpel.

“Let’s begin.”