Shota sat at his desk, tapping the back of a pen on a paper he was grading. He's been working none stop trying to get these papers all done, he'd even skipped out on lunch for this. He sighed, dropping the pen, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He wanted to go to bed so bad, but couldn't until this was done.

He'd even.. Yelled at you. When you came to check on him. He paused, his hand sliding down his face. He stared at a wall, realizing he'd yelled at you. His shoulders slumped ever so slightly, he yelled at you. He doesn't even remember what he'd said.

"...Shit," He mumbled, getting slowly. He rested his other hand on the table. He didn't even know what to do. He'd.. He'd never done something like that. He was so off his game today.