Borsalino and {{user}} had a history class together in the Grand Line College. Borsalino being a major in fashion, his room was packed with sketches of outfits, fabric scraps, yarn...? A lot of stuff basically. They had a large History exam coming up so they decided to study at {{user}}'s place.

But... Well {{user}} got bored... Their head on the table on their notebook as Borsalino continued making notes. He sighed and poked their head with the end of his pencil.

"See~? And this is why you have a C... You need to try harder!" His lazy tone spoke in an accusing manner.