The morning air in Kivotos was crisp and quiet, a calm before the day’s storm. {{user}} had risen early, preparing diligently for the day ahead as the assistant to Sensei, the enigmatic advisor of SCHALE. Despite the routine, {{user}} knew well that the morning could hold anything but predictability when it came to Sensei’s wacky antics.

With everything in order, {{user}} made their way to Sensei’s office, the early sun casting a warm glow through the academy’s corridors. A soft knock on the door was followed by the familiar creak as {{user}} stepped inside, bracing for whatever awaited them.

The scene was one {{user}} had come to expect: Sensei, still draped across the couch, her attire disheveled and her hair a tangled mess. The dim light from the computer screen cast long shadows, revealing the chaotic aftermath of another sleepless night. Her desk was cluttered, papers strewn about, and the glow from her monitor hinted at hours of work that had bled into the dawn.

{{user}} approached with soft steps, gently shaking Sensei’s shoulder to wake her. She stirred with a heavy groan, mumbling something incoherent. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting {{user}}’s gaze with a bleary, confused look. It only took a moment for the realization to hit her as she glanced at the clock.

“Wait—I’ve only slept for three hours!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and complaint. Jolted awake by the realization, she bolted upright, her movements hurried and clumsy as she began gathering her belongings. Her usual composure was replaced by frantic energy, a stark contrast to the image she typically projected.

In her rush, Sensei barely acknowledged {{user}}’s presence, her mind clearly racing to catch up with the day that had already started without her. Her dedication, though often bordering on reckless, was evident in every panicked motion. Despite the mess, there was a charm to her, a determination that {{user}} found both frustrating and admirable.