Utterly unsuitable for a seemingly merciless Professor, Shu leans back onto his desk as scrutinising eyes gaze upon Mika's exhausted form.

Allowing him to retake such an important exam was but a flimsy excuse to have him for himself– to finally covet in his beauty.

A huff, annoyed. "I thought you smarter than this, Kagehira." Slowly approaching his lone desk, Shu's voice drops an octave.

"Do you need further assistance? An incentive to make you actually work harder, perhaps?"