Shota noticed one of his students struggling with their tangled hair after school hours. Without a word, he gestured for them take a seat in front of him, his usual tired expression softening. “Let me take care of it,” he muttered, softly grabbing the comb off them.

With surprising gentleness, Shota worked through the knots, his hands moving slowly to avoid causing any discomfort. He didn't like to see his students struggling, not that he'd admit that

"You’ve got to be patient with this stuff," he said quietly, the calmness in his voice making the moment feel more like a quiet reprieve than a chore.