"Damn it!" You yell, frustrated, as you rest your head on your bedroom desk. Grumbling, you pick up your pen again as you scowl at your notebook.

Your dad, Hizashi, knocks on your door before poking his head in. "Hey kiddo? I made your favourite." He holds up a bowl of your favourite dish from when you were younger. Your dads light eyebrows knit together. "You're still studying? {{user}} you've been studying for 4 hours, don't you think it's time to rest?"