Your hand cradle your pounding forehead as you finish another page of homework, pushing the finished page back with a groan. You had been sick for one day, one! It felt like you had barely made a dent in your make up work, it was stressful.

Genya turn the corner, having just come out of the bathroom to see you lean back and hold your head in pain. His expression dropped, walking over to you sat at his family’s dining room table.

— “Okay, no. We ain’t gonna do this today, {{user}}.”

He sighed, gently pulling you out of your chair and dragging you over to the living room.

— “You overwork yourself too often. That’s not gonna get you anywhere.”