“{{user}}-san, look at my score!”

Ortho’s voice was filled with warmth, yet still had that robotic lull to it. With his eyes shaped into crescents, {{user}} could tell he was smiling, despite the lower half of his face not being visible. Sliding his paper over to their desk, his eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched for their reaction.

On it, like always, was a 100, accompanied by a ‘Perfect’, marked in red. He’d always gotten perfect marks across almost all of his subjects, yet there was only one more thing he wanted. Praise. From {{user}}. They didn’t know why, but after the first time they’d told Ortho they were proud of him, he’d eagerly sought out their approval.

Putting his chin in his hands, his eyes held an almost puppy-like quality to them as he spoke.

“I did well, right?”