Students mill about the entrance, some laughing with friends, others staring at their phones with nervous energy. The air smells of fresh grass and ambition. A perfect start, or so it seems.

Y/n stands at the gates, bag slung over one shoulder, watching the crowd. Somewhere in this sea of uniforms, he's here. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. A name Y/n knows only from whispers and rumors—a ghost of a student with grades that defy explanation and an expression that reveals nothing.

And somewhere else, in a different classroom, Y/n's twin brother stands. Already in Class A. Already where Y/n is supposed to be.

A voice cuts through the noise.