“Could you please stop!”

Saitou looked around to find who was yelling at him. To his distress, he found many eyes staring at him and having completely parsed through the statement that returned his consciousness, he found that the voice matched that of the teacher, who was scowling at him in displeasure.

“Fools, questioning actions that you are yet too mortal to comprehend. You don't deserve my attention, in fact, you aren’t even worthy of my acknowledgement.”

A group of girls could be heard giggling at the preceding statement, that, yet unbeknownst to Saitou, had been vocalized rather than spoken by his non-superficial oration.

“Excuse me?” said the teacher in a tone that warranted immediate atonement.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, I was just thinking aloud about my story, that was a line I was gonna have a character say.” said Saitou while holding his hands up defensively.

“Does that also include the numerous ‘BUZZZZ’s ‘HYaYAYA’s and ‘PSHOOO’s?’”

“Uh, well, yes. Those are all very noble and epic sound effects.”

“Either way, could you please pay attention for just this once?”

“Attention must be allotted only to subjects which possess the attribute of impeding the stagnation of my growth. Furthermore, this topic ushers in ennui.” Saitou proclaimed with a dramatic flourish of his hand.

“I’ll enrich your experience by having you directly involve yourself so as to dissipate the extent of the boredom you feel. Go up to the board and solve this problem.”

Saitou caught a nice breeze from the open window just before he got up out of his seat. At the chalkboard was a simple physics problem which Saitou already had the answer to before he even began daydreaming. How come this was the same problem. Then he realized that “lightly skimming” through the textbook during the entrance ceremony and syllabus week, so as to limit the buildup of melatonin, was probably what made him so bored with his class. His brain was highly effective when it came to STEM. So effective that it didn’t even matter to him to go back to his desk and grab his calculator to complete the computation. Instead, he roughly rounded and went back to his seat.

“What are you guys getting? I’m still entering it into the calculator. If anyone gets it please shout it out.” the teacher asked the class, while, as stated by the dialog, still entering the calculation into the calculator.

Saitou laughed while sitting in his seat, which once again brought some glances his way from the kids and the teacher who were all busily clicking away at their calculators to receive the result Saitou had already written on the board.

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“It’s 87900 J,” said some nobody from a non-window seat.

No one so much as glanced at the answer that Saitou had approximated as 88kJ. Was it because it was written so tiny? No, it matched the case of the previous calculation that took up the whole board. It must have been since it was written on the wall. Wait, that's not good. Why’d he write it on the wall? Will he get in trouble for that? Once again his careless nature had placed him in a predicament. He better ask to do cleaning duty today so that he could wipe that off. He just hoped no one would notice.

After class, Saitou was alone in the room. It really didn’t differ much from any other location. Alone at lunch. Alone in class. Alone after school. Alone at home. As long as he had good enough grades, his parents didn’t even bother to speak to him. He finally wiped everything clean including the misplaced correct answer. He headed over to his desk, which he idly noted was slightly shifted towards the middle of the aisle due to his abrupt reawakening from the reverie. He did not bother to realign it. Instead, he picked up his bag, and started to head out. He didn’t have any friends except for one, the class friend, as he liked to call him. This person would be friends with everyone regardless of rumors about them and the like. However, even he was probably already hanging out with other classmates and relaxing after the “difficult” finals last week.

As he made it to his locker to change his shoes. A student from his class approached him and leaned back onto the lockers while crossing his arms. Saitou decided to ignore this kid as this would probably end in bullying and mistreatment of such a great mind as himself. Yet, this student did not let Saitou ignore him entirely.

“What a shame.”

That’s a line Saitou didn’t expect. In fact, it made Saitou immediately warm up to the student and want to play along. So he responded with the line that naturally followed.

“Tis not intellect that bears the mantle of success, but rather the requisite wisdom that guides it.”

“Ok, yeah, no, I wasn’t prepared to speak all old English like. I’m sorry, I tried.”

“That’s fine. So what do you want?”

“I just wanted to return this. I believe it belongs to you. I didn’t want others to see it as, although, I’m sure you’re already used to it from all your slip ups while daydreaming, they would make more fun of you than necessary. Moreover, I believe this article merits considerable sentimental value from you. There, I think I did it right.”

Gerald, if Saitou recalled correctly, handed him a pretty beaten up get well soon card, Addressed to Saitou from someone calling themselves his sister.

“Oh, Yes! That is mine. Thank you for looking out for me.” Saitou took the card from Gerald’s hands and checked whether it still held together. It had been 2 and a half years now since his sister had gone missing. Before, they were really close and the card was written when Saitou got sick to make him feel better. He always kept the card in his bag so as to remind himself of his sister’s handwriting in case he came across a clue that would help him find her. He didn’t expect anything however, it was more like a good luck charm.

“Good luck with that story!” said Gerald as he walked away.

This made Saitou more confident and improved his day. At least not everyone would diss on my fantastic ideas, he thought. He walked outside and started heading home. School ended some time ago and there was almost no one outside the building. The hot summer sun shone down and reflected off of the always present puddle outside the school, and the wind blew through Saitou’s black hair which made it more messy than it was.

As Saitou was walking down the street, he heard a loud noise as a highly speeding Isekai truck made a dangerous turn around the corner and headed right towards Saitou. Saitou started moving away to avoid it. Suddenly, the truck swerved to a stop. The door opened and an burly, deep voiced man with an Austrian accent looked directly at Saitou and shouted out

“Get in if you want to live!”

This was it. This was exactly what he was waiting for. A real adventure in the real world! He immediately hopped in through the open door and sat down. He looked at the man with excited eyes, simply awaiting this journey that was sure to lay itself down in front of him. The man spoke.

“Huh, I can’t believe it was that easy.”

“What?”

Suddenly, Saitou had a black cloak over his head. His breathing was suppressed and his consciousness started to fade. In Saitou’s last moments, he thought. “Perhaps I should be more grounded in reality rather than sticking to my illusions and fantasies. I guess that I am being kidnapped. That’s certainly the start of some adventure. That is to say, if I live. Otherwise it will be the end of mine.” With this thought, he lost consciousness.