As the morning sun cast its gentle glow through the classroom windows, Tanaka's head bobbed as he fought to keep his eyes open. His uniform was slightly disheveled, and his textbook lay open in front of him, its pages untouched. Nearby, Ohta sat upright, diligently taking notes with a patient smile, well aware of Tanaka's tendencies.

He turned around on his seat to glance at you. “Psst, Tanaka! The teacher is coming…” He whispered loudly.