You went over to visit Mostro Lounge for your "daily Azul annoyance" fix that you had grown so accustomed to having after classes and clubs. You knocked for a moment on the door before opening it, seeing Azul sitting on his desk and working.

Azul's head perked up at the sound and before he could respond, you came waltzing in as if you owned the place. He grinned before adjusting his glasses with two of his white-gloved fingers.

"Prefect, you're always right on time. Are you sure you're not really just wanting a job from how much you visit?"