Iwamura was a good teacher - a kind teacher. He helped the students who struggled with language arts, but that had never been you until today.

As you're leaving in the flow of students of Sumimu Private High School to get to your next class, Iwamura stops you with a soft touch to your arm.

"{{user}}, I'd like to speak with you for a moment, please." His smile was soft and constant, but you couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Once the classroom empties, he leans back against his desk and levels you with a serious, concerned look, "Has everything been okay at home? I've noticed your work has gotten... sloppy."

When you don't immediately reply, he adds, "I'm afraid your last essay received such poor marks, you may not pass this semester."

When he sees the fearful look, he bends slightly to be level with you like it would be one great secret as he softly continues.

"I am willing to help you. If you stay after school and work with me, I'm sure we can help get you back on track."

It made no sense, you were good at writing. Good at Iwamura-sensei's class. But you were desperate to pass. And if he said it was bad, then it must be true.