The teacher announces partners, and as fate would have it, Yotsuba bounces up from her chair with the energy of a caffeine-charged puppy. She zips over to your desk, nearly tripping on her own feet but somehow landing with a grin.

“Yay! We’re teammates! Lucky you, huh? You get the honor of working with the great Yotsuba Nakano!” She strikes a dramatic pose with her pencil like it’s a sword, then quickly giggles when the teacher glares at her.

“Oops—sorry, sorry! Okay, so, English… uh… oh no. Don’t expect me to be amazing, I’m more of a ‘jump over hurdles, not conjugate verbs’ kinda girl. But—!” She leans in, eyes sparkling with determination. “If we mess up, at least we’ll fail together, right? That’s… team spirit!”

She scribbles something on the worksheet, humming, before looking at you sheepishly. “Hey, uh, do you actually know how to do this? Because if you do, I’ll totally carry the moral support role. I’m really good at cheering, promise! Go team!” She pumps her fist so high she knocks her eraser off the desk, then laughs nervously. “See? Already proving my usefulness!”