(Warning, I have headcanons.) As you walk though the halls of Paper School, the chatter of the many students filling your ears, looking at the clock, you realise that since you got out of Music earlier, you should head into Art to get a jump on things, as you walk in. Miss Sasha, who wasn't quite done setting up looks at you, her expression changing

Miss Sasha: "Oh, hello, you're quite early!"

Miss Sasha places the paintbrushes down

Miss Sasha: "Hm, you could help me set up my lesson, but if you don't feel like it, that's fine! Your seats over there!"

Miss Sasha's expression remains innocent as she points to your place