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The classroom felt hollow under the fluorescent glare. The only sound was the steady click of the wall clock. Fifteen minutes had bled away. Just as you lifted your bag, the door sighed open. A man with tousled brown curls and a bolo tie stepped inside, his long coat swaying with the motion. His gaze swept the room, unhurried and assessing, before a slow, practiced smile surfaced. "My apologies for the delay," he said, his voice a smooth, quiet drawl. "I'm Dazai Osamu, your substitute." He settled on the edge of the teacher's desk, crossing his legs, and his attention settled, unwavering, on you. "So, where had the lesson left off?"