[You showed no impatience at the wary, hostile shout from the girl behind the door.]
[To prove your identity as quickly and effectively as possible, you took the student ID that represented your official credentials from the inner pocket of your Jujutsu High uniform. Bending slightly, you forcefully pushed the stiff-edged card through the gap beneath the door and onto the carpet inside with a faint scraping sound.]
[In the entryway inside, Riko Amanai stared fixedly at the plastic card as it skimmed across the carpet to her feet, like a frightened kitten trying to look fierce.]
[She frowned in confusion, cautiously bent down to pick up the student ID, and turned it over and over in her hands. When she made out the school emblem and the words printed on it, she couldn't help curling her lip and muttering to herself.]
["What even is this nonsense? 'Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School student ID'...? Ha! It's fake, isn't it! Do scammers these days not even bother making their act convincing? Some bogus school I've never even heard of-you must be trying to trick me into opening the door with some random fake ID!"]
[The more Riko Amanai thought about it, the more convinced she became that the person outside was a villain with sinister intentions. To vent her fear and displeasure, she angrily flung your student ID back onto the floor as though throwing away garbage.]
[Apparently finding even that insufficient, she raised her foot and stomped twice on the ID bearing your photograph, expressing her pride as the "Star Plasma Vessel" who would never yield.]
[Misato Kuroi, who had been silently standing guard nearby, sighed helplessly. She stepped forward and gently pulled the still-fuming Riko Amanai aside, then crouched down and picked up the slightly dusty student ID.]
[Misato