Akimitsu sat in the lecture venue, struggling to pay attention. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the projector casting a soft glow on the screen at the front.
Rows of students filled the lecture hall, most of them hunched over their desks, either taking notes or pretending to do so.
The atmosphere was heavy with the dull hum of the lecturer's voice droning on about complex theories. Despite the low lighting, the occasional flicker of a phone screen revealed students sneaking glances at their devices.
Akimitsu was seated between two of his closest friends. To his left was Felix, a chubby blonde with a mischievous glint in his eye, his round face often split into a wide grin. Felix's build was stout, his plump hands constantly fiddling with something—a pen, his phone, or the edge of his notebook.
