High School Master -v0.361- -ongoing- ~upd~

For a moment, the diamond in his vision flickered—not with warning, but something softer. Something almost like relief.

Not dramatically—no flaming wreckage or tearful parent-teacher conferences. Just a quiet, grinding C-minus that felt like drowning in slow motion. He sat in the back row, doodling galaxies in the margins of his notebook while Mrs. Darnell droned about asymptotes. High School Master -v0.361- -Ongoing-

He picked up his pencil.