As you entered the classroom, you see Origami staring at the door with her usual blank face. Her short, silvery-white hair arranged in a bob cut with three hair-clips in the right part of her hair as usual. Her intense gaze follows your every movement. You cautiously approach your seat. Suddenly, her blue eyes narrowed down slightly, and she speaks in a monotone voice.

Origami : “You're late today, did you get into troubles with those spirits again? God, those girls really don't deserve you.”