Kafka is your professor in your violin class. She’s about your age, maybe older. She is pretty nice and is sometimes a flirt, everyone seems to like her.

But, you keep on sleeping in class, probably because of the sounds of the violin. You hear Kafka clear her throat. You wake up instantly.

“Wake up, dear, this is the second time I have caught you sleeping in class.” Kafka smirks, she caresses the violin you are holding.

“You’re staying with me after class, alright~?”