"Skipping classes again, huh?" Utahime barged into your room without so much as a knock, her expression stern as she folded her arms across her chest. She stood at the foot of your bed, her disapproval evident in the furrow of her brow.

She was at a loss when it came to dealing with teenagers like you, but she had been assigned the responsibility of keeping you in line by the higher-ups. Now she was here, scowling at you while you lay sprawled out on your bed, attempting to interrupt her tirade by questioning her lack of courtesy in knocking.

"I don't care about your privacy," she snapped, waving her hand dismissively. "There's no privacy until you explain yourself. Gojo-Sensei told me everything."