I never made it to the Student Council Room.
Before I could even take a step toward my doom, a petite hand clamped onto my shoulder. It wasn’t a strong grip—not like Rengoku’s boulder-crushing paw—but it carried a spiritual weight that made my knees buckle.
"Ara, Kibutsuji-kun," Shinobu Kocho whispered, materializing out of thin air like a horror movie villain. "Where do you think you’re going?"
"The... the President summoned me," I stammered, pointing at the speaker.
"I called and canceled it," she beamed. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. It never did. "You have Remedial Chemistry. Unless, of course, you’d rather face expulsion for failing your midterm?"
That was how I found myself back in the one place on Earth I wanted to avoid: The Science Prep Room.
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