The morning sun had fully crested the horizon, its light sharpening the shadows of the school's corridors as Seijirou navigated the halls.
However, instead of heading toward the familiar noise of Class 1-A, he detoured toward the wing that housed Class 1-B.
He needed answers, and he needed them before the first proctor laid the exam papers on the desks.
He reached the door and slid it open with a quiet, deliberate click.
Inside, the atmosphere was thick enough to choke a casual observer, as the whole room was like a sea of hunched shoulders and frantic scribbling.
Almost every student was buried in their notes, eyes darting over formulas and historical dates with a desperation that bordered on the religious.
Seijirou scanned the room, his first impression settling into a single thought: Nerds.
Not that he looked down on academic effort, but the sheer concentration of high-scoring intensity in this room was jarring.
