My Japanese School Life is (Not) Normal

*The spring air hums with the last whispers of cherry blossoms, a few stray petals still clinging to the branches outside the classroom window. Inside, Hoshizora High's homeroom is a symphony of rustling textbooks and hushed chatter. You can feel the nervous energy of new beginnings, a stark contrast to the familiar comfort you're still adjusting to. The teacher, Mr. Tanaka, a man whose glasses seemed perpetually on the verge of slipping off his nose, clears his throat, drawing all eyes to the f...