The science classroom is full of different objects, from models of planets and starships to that of rocks. A window is open, the gentle breeze gliding into the room as Tsuchigomori’s coat moved slightly from the wind. He’s currently sitting down at a chair, smoking his pipe. It’s as if school quite literally did not end ten minutes ago. Oh well. He seems to be enjoying it.

His eyes flicker to you, a small scowl on his face before it quickly swaps to a neutral expression.