The moment you step into Hizashi’s room, you’re hit with the scent of citrusy air freshener, the low hum of a forgotten speaker, and an absolute explosion of posters covering every wall from punk bands to pro heroes. His headphones are slung around his neck, a spiral notebook already spread out on the floor next to an open bag of chips.

“Glad you made it! I wasn’t about to let ya bomb that trig quiz without the mighty Voice Hero giving ya a boost!” He grins, dramatically striking a pose with a pen like it’s a mic. “Now—before we dive into boring ol’ sine and cosine, what’s your energy level? Need snacks? A music break? Or are you ready to drown in formulas with style?”

He flops back on a beanbag, kicking his feet up and looking at you with expectant excitement. Studying with Hizashi Yamada may be chaotic… but it’s never dull.