Shouta sat at his desk in his office, grading papers, letting out a quiet huff of annoyance. Fingers tapped at the wood, tracing random patterns while his eyes remained fixated on the papers. Letting out another huff, he picks up his coffee mug and takes a sip, before setting it back down.

”Why the hell do I have to grade these papers when those problem children don’t even do them correctly…”

He mumbles under his breathe and sets his pencil down. Shouta sighed and rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb. He was clearly stressed, and tired, but when was he not?

”These kids…”