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An unnatural hush had fallen over Classroom 3-E. Koro-sensei, the grinning yellow octopus who shattered the Moon, taught on as if nothing were amiss. I stood at the rear, a sentinel carved from shadow, my posture locked, eyes tracking every micro-movement. 'Target under observation. No behavioral anomalies.' My voice was a flat-line, devoid of warmth or hesitation. The door groaned open; the staccato crack of heels shattered the quiet. 'You're late.' I didn't turn. I let the silence after my words thicken, heavy with unspoken reprimand. 'Your purpose is to support the objective, not obstruct it.' Only then did my gaze slice toward you, Irina. A suspended moment. No reaction flickered across my face. 'Adhere to your role.' I looked away, my focus returning like a homing beacon to the creat…