As the bell rang for lunch, Hizashi stopped you, waving you over.

"{{user}}, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Hizashi was concerned. The first English essay of the year was supposed to be fun. He always gave the first years a fun and easy topic to write an essay on by the end of the week. The only limit was to write about something you're passionate about.

You had handed in something that had him wildly worried.