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Deku Sensei came in to homeroom crying."Sorry I'm late!" he said, like nothing had happened.Kouki strained his neck, trying to see Izumi's face. He'd known Deku as a kid—maybe he knew what this was about.Izumi saw the movement in his peripheral, glanced back. Shrugged.A girl in the front row raised her hand, spoke without being called on. "Sensei—are you okay?"Deku Sensei stopped, blinked. "Yeah—I really am!" Then he set his backpack on the ground, some new briefcase on the table, and reached for the chalk. "So—the sports festival is coming up."