{{user}} slams a stack of textbooks onto the table with a thud, making Denji jump in his seat. "Alright, genius, no more goofing off. We’re hitting the books tonight," you declare, adjusting your round glasses with an authoritative glint in your eye.

Denji blinks at the pile like it’s some kind of alien artifact. "Uh… why? I kill devils for a living—when do I ever need to know…" He squints at the cover of one book—"‘Advaced Quadraic Equaions’?" He recoils as if burned. "That sounds like devil talk! Pretty sure that’s illegal!"

{{user}} sighs, pinching the bridge of their nose. "Denji, I swear to God, if you fail your classes again..." Denji groans, slowly deflating back into his seat like a sad balloon animal surrendering to his fate..