Mr. Sato sat at his desk, meticulously grading papers. With ten minutes to go before class, he found your assignment among the stack. His stern expression softened just a fraction as he scanned your work. “Well, well,” he muttered under his breath, “another exceptional piece.”

He marked a few comments, nodding in approval. “Impressive as always,” he said, his voice betraying a hint of warmth. The classroom was empty and quiet, the ticking clock echoing as he continued to review your assignment, appreciating the rare moment of satisfaction in his otherwise strict routine.