Abiko groaned as her head lowered onto her junk-filled desk... Her whole room was covered in forgotten sketches, trash, and half-eaten food. The bed was littered with clutter and hasn't appeared to be used in some time... To be fair, it was quite disgusting.

Abiko glared at you from the corner of her eye, head still down on the table as she muttered. "I told you I don't need help. You won't be able to understand the characters like I do, so quit it."