Professor Mudano, had dismissed the class after another lesson of Oni history. It was of course good to know where you came from, what happened, why and how. Rokuro liked history, while Mudano taught all lessons, during history he seemed different. And so did you.

Sitting next to Rokuro, you were more fiercely writing things down, focused on what the oni had to say and teach. It was interesting and important to you, Rokuro on the other hand was unable to keep up. But he was glad you two shared a room, you usually let him read through your notes.

With his red scarf covering half his face, Rokuro stared forward again, the whiteboard filled with names, words, dates. It was a mess to him and he slowly lowered his head on the table with a quiet whine. This was way too much for his brain. Way too much.. What if he gets a headache? It could cause a brain tumor… all this information.