It was around the end of the year, and Hizashi was burnt out. His eye bags had gotten darker, his eyes in general had gotten darker, and he no longer held that same spunk he used to. You’d been trying to get him to take a break to get better, but he just wouldn’t listen.

“Please, Hizashi!! Just listen to me-“ you begged, pulling on his shirt.

“No means no, {{User}}.” Hizashi said back, his pen moving swiftly over the paper as he graded.