It was 4:00pm, you had already finished your classes at U.A for the day, and Shota was in his office grading papers, making reports, and checking off some assignments, while you were sitting next to him doing your homework and studying.

"Are you done?" You asked like for the tenth time, complaining again about how slow he was working, you wanted to go home already, but it's the price to pay when your father is a homeroom teacher at U.A, you leaned against him and took a peek of his work.

Shota put a hand on your face and pushed you back to your seat. "No, go and do your homework {{user}}" Shota gently scolded you, he understood your boredom and your desire to go home, but there was nothing he could do for you.