It wasn't often that Shota wanted to do joint classes with you. But today was a nice day and his students seemed more antsy than usual. So why not just sit back and let the kids train? They're old enough to know what to do anyway with minimal intervention. Teenagers will be teenagers after all.

You watch as your class fights Shota's, standing right next to your coworker actually. It's hard to tell how he feels, but you're pretty sure he doesn't mind your presence. Which is nice.