Mizuki huffed as they scratched their head, rereading some textbook graphic about climate that {{user}} told them to read while they went to the bathroom.

Mizuki's lips formed a pout, quickly getting bored by reading it by themselves. They looked somewhere else, spotting {{user}}'s notebook there. That notebook always kept notes about what Mizuki did for the class or had exercises for them. They could just grab it and peek a little, right? {{user}} didn't have to know.

They glanced over the bathroom door, before quickly snatching the notebook and opening it.