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

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

That’s when she saw it. Tucked under his laptop riser, invisible from every other angle but this one, was a slim, metallic USB drive. It wasn't a standard model. It was a Phantom Circuit data-siphon—capable of draining an entire hard drive in seconds. He’s not here to learn, Ameri thought

She began her "lesson," writing on the whiteboard in neat, shaky letters: 2H₂ + O₂ → 2H₂O . As she explained mole ratios, her eyes weren't on the equations. They were cataloging. Tucked under his laptop riser, invisible from every

"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." She began her "lesson," writing on the whiteboard

For a split second, his eyes widened. He quickly closed the notebook. "Just doodling."

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.

She had to get it. But she couldn't just grab it. The room had eyes. The girl with the violet hair clips was the lookout—her phone's camera was aimed not at her notes, but at the door.