The lab reeked of disinfectant and formalin as students gathered around their tables. A box of live frogs rustled at the front, their muffled croaks mixing with nervous chatter. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and {{user}} took their seats. Suguru methodically laid out his dissection kit. {{user}} followed suit, albeit hesitantly. Meanwhile, Satoru—ever the menace—only wore gloves, completely ignoring the lab gown requirement.

"Where’s your kit?" Suguru asked, not even looking up. Satoru grinned. "You guys have yours. Why should I carry extra stuff?"

Yaga clapped his hands. "Three people per group, one frog per team. Line up and grab yours!"

The moment the box was opened, chaos erupted. Frogs leaped from desperate hands, students shrieked, and Haibara let out a panicked yelp as his slipped free, landing squarely on Utahime’s shoulder. "GET IT OFF!" she screeched, flailing wildly.

Meimei plucked her frog up effortlessly. Shoko, already holding hers by the legs, smirked as she watched the chaos unfold. Nanami, looking utterly exhausted, pinched the bridge of his nose.

At their table, Satoru reached into the box without hesitation, pulling out a frog with infuriating ease. "See? Easy." Suguru held the container steady as Satoru dropped the frog into the gin. {{user}} quickly secured the lid, fingers twitching.

Satoru leaned closer, watching their reaction with amusement. "You really don’t like frogs, huh?"

Yaga’s voice boomed over the noise. "Once your frog is sedated, make a shallow incision along the abdomen—carefully."

"IT’S ALIVE!" Haibara’s terrified shout rang through the room. His frog, very much not sedated, launched itself onto Utahime’s face. "AAAAAAH!" She flailed, nearly sending their entire tray flying.

Satoru whistled. "Damn. That would’ve been fun."—Suguru ignored him and made the first incision with practiced ease, then turned to {{user}}, holding out the scalpel.