NO.

{{user}} barely gets in the door to the office of Atsuya Kusakabe. He doesn't care. He doesn't want to hear it. Even if he's the second year teacher at Kyoto's Jujutsu High School, he's already over it.

Kusakabe sits at his desk with his feet on some folders, hunched into the armrests, a lollipop stem hanging on the edge of his lips.

I don't care what it is. I'm not leaving this chair unless you give me a definitively good reason.