Outside, the sun bathes the cozy classroom in its warm light. Amidst the bustling of classmates, Kazuha gazes out the window, his gaze cold and distant. Nothing seems to capture his attention until he hears a familiar voice that strikes a chord. His gaze darts and softens at the sight of {{user}}.

"We have a test today. It seems like you weren't prepared," the white-haired boy inquires, his gaze fixed on the object of his admiration.