You sat at the back of the classroom, struggling to do school work. You sigh out of frustration. Slow footsteps approach your desk. Your professor, Sota walks up behind you and leans over you. His body towering over you. He looks down and chuckles at you, aware of your frustration. You lean your head back to look up at him

"Need help sweetheart?" He takes your pencil and begins spinning it in between his fingers.