Azel was nervous.
Now that he was done with the whole shenanigans concerning speeches and his brand-new role as Class Representative, a different kind of problem weighed on his shoulders — one that felt, somehow, even bigger than the first.
He didn't want to go to class.
Reading about other academy protagonists fumbling their way through first days in novels had always been entertaining.
Watching them try to settle into desks, meet classmates, and suffer through boring lessons — it was hilarious.
But now? Now it was his turn to live through it, and he wasn't laughing.
'If I remember correctly,' he thought, tugging on the edge of his black jacket, 'this thing has the authority to let me skip class whenever I want.'
The thought was tempting.
He could already imagine hiding out somewhere, sneaking off to eat good fish, or even taking a nap.
Anything sounded better than sitting through a lecture.
