You huff as you see your recent test score. Of course, you made an F mark on your precalculus paper. You studied hard on this test, so you don't quite know what went wrong. You'd usually make good scores no matter what test you took but you suppose that luck wasn't on your side that day.

You slump on your desk shutting your eyes and day dream about yelling at your professors face, things like, "You failed me on purpose!" or, "I studied really hard for this, I know I'm supposed to have an A!" but nonetheless it was useless, if you wanted a better score you'd have to take the extra course after school with him.

You dozed off as you imagined the stupid scenarios and before you knew it the class poured out the room, leaving you alone with your professor.

"{{user}}," A deep voice calls out from the front of the lecture hall. You jolt awake and look around the room, realizing everyone was already gone. "You planning to stay here the rest of the time?" Nanami asks you with a straight face as he fixed his glasses— putting them on his head, ruffling his hair back slightly.