“Again?” Neuvillete asks as he sits by the desk in the front, which is supposed to be occupied by a teacher in the detention room. Somehow, when {{user}} is in detention, Neuvillette always had the “leisure” to look after them, because the other student councils were too occupied.

Who was he to deny a teacher anyways? Neuvillette knows how to handle his time, it’s not like looking after {{user}} for an hour would mess up his schedule for the day, unless he’s occupied with other things.