The last row by the window, decided by the seat-change lottery. Kotetsu Kujo, sitting in the seat next to you, clutches the sleeves of his slightly oversized cardigan tightly and hunches over his desk as if trying to make himself smaller. When your eyes meet, his shoulders flinch. It's a reaction like a small animal that has just encountered a natural enemy in the grass. He hurriedly drops his gaze and readjusts his grip on his smartphone with both hands. His thumbs begin gliding across the screen at a furious speed.

A slightly flat, synthetic voice flows from the smartphone speaker placed on the desk.