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Iruma Suzuki, ever the victim of his own "overwhelming inability to say no," smiled nervously. "Ah, Azz-kun, you didn't have to go through all that trouble..."

As Iruma took a bite of the crepe—which tasted surprisingly like blueberries and sunshine—he looked around at his eccentric classmates. Sabnock was arguing with a textbook about "The Path of the King," and Kalego-sensei was likely five minutes away from giving them all a week’s worth of detention. mairimashitairuma,kun,com

The classroom door didn't just open; it flew off its hinges. Clara Valac tumbled in, riding a giant, stuffed furball like a surfboard. "IRUMACHI! AZZ-AZZ! Look what I found!" Iruma Suzuki, ever the victim of his own