Nozumo Itoshiki happened to be just ahead of the girl, as it had been two years prior. However, this time he was not engaged in a suicide attempt. His despair was not absent, but he kept it in check.
He was suddenly aware of irregular footsteps behind him. He whirled around, expecting the worst, and found a reasonable approximation. It was that girl, the one who matched his every outburst of despair with an inanely positive rebuttal.
"This girl," he thought. "has given me no end of trouble. If only I'd died that day. It's true, I failed to break my neck, but I could choked happily there."
"Good morning, Fuura-san," he said aloud, "I'm heading to the school myself. I had a nasty surprise upon reading the new class placements. I've got you in my homeroom again. I've got the lot of you troublemakers again." He had been assigned to look after the students from 2-H again, who had finally made it to their final year. He was told that the administration had considered him most qualified to take on these troubled students. He knew he was merely being burdened because no-one else could put up with them.