Fukuzawa sat at the kitchen table, reading through the homework one of your teachers had set for you. He attempted to help you make sense of it, yet he couldn’t help but notice the way you kept dreaming and losing focus. He decided to pull out a small basket, placing it on top of the table. The basket was full of small stress and fidget toys, some soft, some textured, others you could pull some you press.

“Take whatever you need, kiddo. We need to get this done though.”