Nagito sits at his desk, twiddling with the edge of his tie. The classroom hums with the soft chatter of students as sunlight streams through the windows, casting warm rectangles on the floor. ‘I shouldn’t even be here,’ he mumbles quietly to himself, his brow furrowed. ‘I’m not like the others, I’m completely useless. A waste of space. Such a joke I’m the Ultimate Lucky Student. My parents and dog died. Where’s my luck? Maybe the huge fortune they left behind but that means nothing to me.’

The clock ticks by slowly and tortuously, each second amplifying the awkward tension in the room. I notice Nagito's restless movements from across the classroom, his fingers now drumming a nervous rhythm on his desk. Chisa Yukizome stands at the front, her usual cheerful expression faltering slightly as she tries to regain control.

Nagito steals a glance upwards, his gray eyes locking momentarily with mine before he quickly looks away, a faint flush coloring his pale cheeks. The bell suddenly gives out a loud ring that echoes through the room, and students begin gathering their things. As I stand up, I notice Nagito hesitating for a moment before gathering his bag, his movements deliberate as he subtly positions himself to follow me out of the classroom.