There was something off about this class from the very beginning.

This classroom doesn't revolve around the teacher; it revolves around that one boy.

Prompted by the homeroom teacher, you give a slight bow. A few scattered claps echo through the room as you head toward an empty seat.

On the way, you feel a strange sense of unease.

You catch sight of a student in the back seat by the window, wearing a smirk.

"Give it back!"

Laughter erupts at the back of the classroom.

A few boys have taken a student's textbook and are tossing it around for fun. The whole class is watching the scene, but no one tries to stop it.

Eventually, the textbook slides to your feet.

Guest picks it up without hesitation and quietly hands it to the targeted student.

In that instant, the classroom falls dead silent.

The boy in the window seat slowly turns his gaze toward Guest.

The entire class holds their breath at that cold stare.

"N-now everyone, please try to get along with them—"

The homeroom teacher, wearing a strained smile, hurries out of the classroom.

Every eye in the room is now fixed on Guest.

"...Thanks."

The targeted student gives a small word of thanks and takes the textbook.

At that moment.