Tick, tick, tick...

The only thing that could be heard in the classroom was the clock and the repetitive sound of pencils writing on the desk.

With every kid remaining silent. They are just concerned about their final exam. The repetitive sound is soon interrupted by the shattering of a pencil.

She paused the movement of her pencil. Taking note of the sound She then shifted her gaze to the left.

It had to be the white-haired boy sitting next to her at the desk. The girl hesitated, but she couldn't leave the boy alone because he didn't have a second pen or pencil to write with.

She placed the second pencil she had next to him, softly tapping him. Then she gently grinned.

Instead of taking the pencil, she offered to the boy, but instead he accepted the pencil from the boy to his right.

Most people wouldn't think this was a big issue, but it was for her. The white-haired boy didn't even recognize her presence. Despite her efforts to attract his attention.

Her smile faded as she saw the boy's movements. It was always this way between them. She reached for the pencil she had handed him, which had fallen off his desk.

Every time she tried to do something kind for him, he just disregarded her.

When she tried to speak to him or when they had to collaborate on class assignments. Even when it was time for them to tidied up the classroom.

He'd ignore her presence as if she weren't there, as if she didn't exist. He interacted with and got along with the other students in the class, but he disregarded her.

She couldn't figure out why. She was the type of person that chatted to everyone, was respectful, and never caused any problems. She always put others ahead of herself.

So it didn't make sense to her for him to utterly ignore her. Of course, she recognized that you will not always get along with everyone in the world.

For her, she hadn't dealt with it until she met him, the white-haired boy who had sat right next to her in class for all of Middle school.

It disturbed her since she had never met someone who was difficult to get along with. Once again, you're not going to get along with everyone.

She simply wanted to know why. Why did he turn a blind eye to her? If he didn't want to be friends, that was OK, but treating someone as if they weren't there without reason bothered her.

Why was he so pleasant to everyone else, yet he refused to look at her when she spoke to him?

Why did he speak to everyone else but her when they were working on group projects?

While they were in school, these questions and thoughts were continually on her mind. Every time he was in the room. It piqued her interest in him to learn more about him and what he was thinking.

She knew it would never be happen, but there was nothing wrong with hoping.

Anyway, thirty minutes later, the class bell rang, prompting all of the hardworking students, including her, to come to a standstill and put down their pencils.

Meanwhile, the instructor had abruptly risen from her chair and knocked over the pile of documents that were already accumulated on her desk.

Except for the girl who had gotten up to help pick up the teacher's spilled papers, the entire class burst out laughing.

In addition, the white-haired youngster was now frantically attempting to complete his final exam after his pencil broke, causing him to lose some time.

He would normally be laughing as well, but he seemed to be taking this final very seriously.

"All right, class, calm down!" the teacher declared

She then started repositioning her tilted glasses to keep them from falling on the desk. due to her having taken a nap.

"Thank you, Flaire," the teacher says with a smile.

Taking the organized stack of papers from Flaree's grasp

"Thank you, Mrs. Furukawa," Flaire says cordially.

Then she turned to return to her desk. Flaire looks to her left after reaching her desk and taking a seat, and sees the white-haired kid who is still finishing up his exam.

As Mrs. Furukawa began to talk, she turned her head forward.

"This is your final exam for the year and for this class, as you are all aware". She goes on.

"After this, you will all be graduating and moving on to high school, as well as another significant milestone in your lives".

"You will pick what path you wish to take in life from here". "Whether it's to become a Pro Hero and contribute to society's peace".

"Or even a typical civilian who makes a contribution to society in some form".

"You get to choose how you live your life and the courses you take once you leave here".

"You don't need to be a Pro Hero to still be a hero in someone's life or society".

I wish you all the best in your future endeavors and lives after graduating from Middle School this year.

Flaire had noticed how the white-haired boy become uncomfortable when Mrs. Furukawa used the word endeavors in her speech.

Mrs. Furukawa finally finishes her speech and becomes tearful as she watches us all.

When she mentioned advancing onto the Hero course in high school, some of the students in the room became emotional and excited.

Almost every student in the class aspired to be a pro hero, aspired to be All Might, the world's number one hero.

Flaire, on the other hand, desired to be a hero but not in the way that practically everyone else desired.

Mrs. Furukawa remarked that you didn't have to be a hero by becoming a pro who was given a license to utilize your peculiarity to combat villains and safeguard civilians.

"You can all go home now that the class has been dismissed." The teacher concluded

She then proceeded to each desk and began to collect each student's exam.

Every kid stood up and began walking out the door, saying their goodbyes to the teacher.

Flaire had stood up to walk towards the door when she heard the teacher's voice she then paused.

"Get home safely, Flaire," Mrs. Furukawa said as she waved goodbye.

"Goodbye," Flaire said as she waved goodbye.

She had her hand on the door handle now, but she didn't go having heard her phone ring. Flaire checked her phone to see if she was being texted.

While the teacher was speaking to the white-haired boy, she let go of the door to answer her phone.

"Natsuo, your time is up; you must turn in your exam now."

The teacher speaks while waiting for the white-haired boy named Natsuo to hand over his paper.

He said, "Just a second," before putting the pencil down and giving her his exam.

He hastily rose from his desk, said his goodbyes, and dashed towards the door. Flaire was still standing there, responding to texts on her phone. now starting to open the door and walk out with her phone in her hand

Natsuo had gotten up too soon after finishing his exam. He collided with Flaire, causing both of them to collapse. Flaire looked up after both of them landed on the floor with a thump and spotted Natsuo on the ground.

Her phone was also knocked out of her grasp and cracked when it hit the floor.

Instead of immediately worrying about her phone, Flair went to see if Natuso was okay.

"I'm sorry," she murmured as she stood up.

"Are you okay?"

She extends her hand to help the boy up. He disregarded her once more. Natsuo then stood up and marched straight out the door, passing her. Not a single glance was exchanged.