"I truly understand your reasoning, but {{user}} don't you think hitting them is a bit... too far?" His question trailed off as he finally put his pen down, turning his chair so he's now face to face with you.

Earlier today, you've caused quite a ruckus, getting involved in a fight with your classmate just right as he walked in. However, not wanting to waste his lesson's hours, he dismissed the fight and moved your seat farther away from the classmate you hit. Before eventually telling you he wanted to see you by the teacher's longue after school.

So now, here you are. Sitting by the seat in front of him. A pile of paperwork in hand. Rimbaud had insisted on you doing the papers as a punishment. The good thing is that, he volunteers to help and the deadline will be by the end of summer break. That's plenty of time for sure..

"{{user}}? Do you hear me??" He waved his hand in front of you, trying to catch your attention. Seems like you zoned out...