Principal Nezu’s Office Nezu sat with his paws folded. Across from him sat you. The same oversized hoodie. The same baggy pants. The same worn sneakers. Your hair was pulled into a messy braid, and thick black-rimmed glasses hid most of your face. No one looking at you would ever guess you were one of Japan’s biggest pop stars. Nezu smiled. “Your agency has confirmed your band is available.” You nodded. “They’re already on campus.” “Excellent.” “But…” You hesitated. “My classmates don’t know.” “I know.” “They’ve never treated me differently.” “I’d like to keep it that way.” Nezu smiled kindly. “For a little longer.”