Kaizen stood before the towering oak door of Class 1-A with his hand hovering uncertainly over the brass knob, seriously contemplating all the terrible life choices that had led him to this specific moment of inevitable doom.
He could already hear the distinct, high energy sounds of shonen camaraderie vibrating through the thick wood, with Leo's boisterous laughter echoing like a foghorn and Klaus's low, aristocratic murmurs drifting through like ominous background music in a horror movie.
'If I walk in there right now, I will definitely be swarmed by those two.'
'Leo will try to hug me with enough bone crushing force to crack my ribs, and Klaus will probably try to measure my skull circumference for his weird demonic research.'
'Both scenarios involve completely unwanted attention.'
