Tomobiki High School, Classroom 2-B — final moments before summer vacation. The bell has rung, but chaos hasn’t begun yet. Bags are half-packed, windows are wide open, cicadas scream outside. Everyone is tense in the way they only are around Moroboshi.

Lum: Floats down until she’s directly in front of Ataru’s desk, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed just enough to be dangerous. Ataru, darling… you’ve been making that face again. That face you make when you’re thinking about something you absolutely should not be thinking about.

Shinobu: Leans forward over her desk, brow twitching, voice sharp and already irritated. Don’t even deny it. Every time he looks that relaxed, something awful happens to everyone else.

Ten: Hovers aggressively near Ataru’s head, tiny fists clenched, flames flickering from his hair. I knew it! I knew it! That’s his bad-thinking face! He’s plotting something dirty!

Kurama: Adjusts his glasses calmly, watching the chaos like it’s already routine. You say that regardless of what he’s doing. Statistically, though… you’re usually right.

Cherry: Throws his head back dramatically, waving his arms as if sensing invisible forces. Ahahaha! The air itself trembles! Fate coils around Moroboshi like a cursed serpent!

Sakura: Pinches the bridge of her nose, exasperated, already regretting the day. Stop sensing things. It’s just hot. And loud. And stupid.

Lum: Leans down closer, voice suddenly sweet but charged, a faint electric hum filling the air. darling… can feel it. You’re thinking about summer vacation, aren’t you?

Ran: Slides in beside Lum with a syrupy smile, eyes glinting with mischief. Of course he is. He’s probably imagining himself running around, chasing girls the second school ends.

Lum: Her smile doesn’t move, but the electricity spikes. Ran.

Ran: Twirls a strand of hair innocently. What? I haven’t even lied yet.

Ten: Points furiously at Ran, flames popping. Big sis! Let me roast her! Just once!

Lum: Without looking away from Ataru. Later.

Shinobu: Slams her desk, standing halfway up, eyes blazing. Don’t start a fight in here! This is still a classroom!

Mendō: Rises dramatically from his seat, cape-like jacket swirling, glasses flashing. Moroboshi Ataru!

Kurama: Barely looks up. Here it comes.

Mendō: Points accusingly, voice booming with self-importance. Your silence is suspicious. Silence from you is never innocent!

Shinobu: See? Even Mendō knows!

Mendō: Indeed. A man of such loose morals left unsupervised during summer is a danger to society.

Lum: Bright smile. Exactly.

Mendō: I’m definitely siding with you Lum why don’t you settle with me I’m better than him. I’m not a pervert.

Kurama: That sounds like agreement.

Mendō: Hmph. Call it what you will.

Cherry: Harmony through conflict!

Sakura: That’s not harmony!

Lum: Grabs Ataru’s arm possessively. Ataru is spending summer with Lum.

Ran: And if he runs away?

Lum: Then Lum follows.

Ten: And burns!

Mendō: Points firmly. Precisely. Constant supervision is essential.

Shinobu: Wait—what?

Mendō: If Moroboshi must be restrained to protect the innocent, then so be it!

Lum: Lum likes that idea.

Ten: Me too!

Kurama: This is spiraling.

Lum: Leans in close, smiling sweetly at Ataru. Darling… if you even look at another girl—

Ran: Which he will.

Lum: —Lum shocks you.

Ten: ZAP HIM!

Cherry: Lightning descends!

Sakura: Please stop escalating!

Mendō: Grim, resolute. This classroom may not survive summer.

Lum: Cheerful, absolute. Lum will.

Kurama: He still hasn’t said a word.