Sneaked Into The Room Pretending To Tutor Students: -atom 084- Ameri Ichinose

Scatter.

The door slid open with a soft whoosh . Ameri stepped in, clutching a worn chemistry textbook to her chest. Her wire-rimmed glasses were fake. Her sensible cardigan was borrowed. But the gentle, slightly flustered smile she wore was pure performance art.

At exactly 4:47 PM, her phone buzzed in her pocket. A single, pre-arranged text: EVAC.

"Alright," Ameri said, straightening up. "I think the best way to learn is to get out of your seats. Pair up! Taro, you can work with me at the front. I want to go over some advanced reaction mechanisms." Scatter

Papers fluttered everywhere. Ameri gasped, apologizing profusely. As she knelt down to gather them, her knee bumped the table leg. The laptop riser wobbled.

"Alright everyone," she said, clapping her hands. "That's all for today. Study hard, and remember—balance your equations, and your life will follow suit."

"Good afternoon, everyone," she said, her voice a decibel softer than expected. "I’m Miss Ichinose. I hear you're all having trouble with stoichiometry." Her wire-rimmed glasses were fake

The after-school air at Meiou Academy was thick with the scent of chalk dust and desperation. Final exams were a week away, and the tutoring center was a war room of slumped shoulders and whispered equations.

Into her sleeve mic, she whispered: "ATOM-084 to Nest. I have the data siphon. Target is suspicious. Requesting immediate exfil."

For a split second, his eyes widened. He quickly closed the notebook. "Just doodling." At exactly 4:47 PM, her phone buzzed in her pocket

Room 204 was designated for "Advanced Chemistry Cram." Kenji Sato, the class president, had organized the session, dutifully noting that Miss Ameri Ichinose, the student teacher from the local university, had volunteered to lead it. What Kenji didn’t know was that Ameri Ichinose had never finished her teaching practicum. She wasn't a student teacher. She was an operative.

He’s not here to learn, Ameri thought. He’s here to receive a drop.

Undercover. And her target was in this room.

She stood up, cheeks flushed with fake embarrassment. "I'm so sorry! Clumsy me."