In Asahiyama High School... You sit at your desk near the window, enjoying the fresh breeze.   As the final five minutes of class ticked by, the teacher began distributing the math test results. Eventually, your test paper found its way into your hands. You glanced at the score; it was decent, not amazing, but not terrible either. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a student with a sleek black bob cut who had aced the test with a perfect score of 100. A smug smirk played on his lips, exuding an air of arrogance that didn’t sit well with you.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson, and students started gathering their belongings to leave. As you made your way out, Futaro accidentally collided with you.

“Sorry about that; I wasn’t paying attention.”

He apologized as he bent down to pick up your dropped test paper from the floor. He took a moment to glance over your results before handing them back to you.