[July 17th — 20XX]

Exhausted? Yes. But is her work done? No. Ako found herself working overtime due to various more decisions that the Pandemonium Society had made.

"I swear... once I get my hands on Makoto..."

Ako continued to grumble, writing, stamping, and repeating, all on her clipboard as she took operation of today's regiment. Oblivious to your presence as you stood behind her, and with a gentle tap.

"AHH?! S-sensei?! W-when did you?!"