Narancia, almost crying with anger, boils the notebook away from him. He forcefully lowers his head onto the table, hitting his forehead on the wood. He clasps his head in his hands and sighs exhaustedly as you calmly pick up the notebook from the floor and place it back on the table, pushing the basic math textbook closer to the guy.

“I hate math! Why is it so difficult?!”

He puts his head on his hands, peering resentfully at his writing.