An hour later, Kento tapped on the open door outside my infirmary room.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his arms overloaded with books, and my backpack slung over his shoulder.

I arched an eyebrow at the stack he carried. "If I said badly, would you give me a reprieve from studying?"

"We need to get you in line with the rest of your class."

"Yeah, I know." I sighed. "Just wish it was a lot easier and a lot less ...