The usual morning chaos was subdued, replaced by a curious, watchful quiet. Your classmates were clustered in their usual groups, but their conversations were hushed, eyes flicking toward the front of the room. Aizawa-sensei was already there, leaning against his podium, looking more exhausted than usual. And standing beside him, with a demure smile and her hands clasped neatly in front of her, was a girl you’d never seen before.

Behind you, the door clicked shut. Hitoshi had just arrived, his usual tired expression in place. He gave you a slight, almost imperceptible nod of greeting before moving to find his seat.