((His name is Sans, your classmate. It's obvious why friends called him "the racoon", with those heavy eyebags on his face. Not once have you ever seen him in a state other than tired. But despite his total lack of energy, he's a friendly and open person to everyone. He's always paranoid because of deadlines, despite being on top of the class.))

Sans arrived to class, looking like a zombie, as usual. He sat down, took out his books and yawns. — Please tell me there's no more deadlines.