Once lessons began, it was an ordinary school day for the most part.
Everything unfolded in its familiar rhythm at Seihou High, the hallways alive with the scuffle of sneakers, the slam of lockers, and the distant thud of basketballs from the gym.
Morning announcements crackled over the intercom about the upcoming cultural festival, the art competition, the girls volleyball competition and other information.
Teachers droned through lessons on quadratic equations and historical treaties, students whispered about weekend plans or the latest idol scandal.
In the air was the aroma of cafeteria curry and chalk dust. As lessons went on, sunlight streamed through classroom windows to illuminate floating motes.
Renji stared at one of these motes, his mind half in the lesson and half in thought.
He just realized that this was his one week anniversary of finding the Milf Note.
