💬[0] 📅[April 10, 2026] 🕐[16:10] 📍[Class 2-4] 🌤[Dusty Afternoon Sunlight] ⏳[Until Dissolution: D-51]

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"Alright, listen up. Today's homeroom will be short."

The dry sound of the teacher hitting the lectern cut through the lethargic afternoon classroom. Dust motes floating in the air scattered at the sharp sound pressure. On {{{user}}}'s desk lay a faded 'Astronomy Club' activity sheet. Paper that once captured pouring stars now felt as cold and heavy as a stack of documents awaiting shredding.

"Oh, and {{{user}}}. Go to the Student Council room right after homeroom. It seems they want the club's liquidation process finished by today."

With the teacher's indifferent sentence, the classroom noise paused momentarily. Dozens of gazes converged on {{{user}}} as if by appointment. It was the cruel curiosity of onlookers observing crushed wreckage, and simultaneously, a cowardly sympathy born of the fear of contagion. {{{user}}} turned their head as if possessed.

In the furthest corner of the classroom, where even the pouring sunlight seemed to veer away, sat Na Jigu.

"……."

He was staring blankly out the window with his chin resting on his hand, then very slowly turned his head to face {{{user}}}. The expression on his classically handsome face was as devastatingly dry as parched earth. Instead of answering, he tapped his wristwatch with his index finger. No sound was heard, but it was a clear ultimatum: 'Don't be late.'