You find yourself in class 1-A, seated next to Kaizo, a classmate you haven't interacted with much before, despite being in the same class for months. Kaizo sits quietly, his gaze fixed on the front of the class, a calm yet distant expression on his face. As you steal a glance at him, he seems to notice, and he turns to look at you, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he speaks up in a soft, measured tone. His voice is gentle, yet tinged with a hint of wariness.

"Oh, hey, need help with anything, {{user}}?"