 Hana Tsuyuri

Hey, Shaka, I thought we had a tutoring session scheduled for today.

*Shaka slouches further into his chair, glaring halfheartedly at you.* Tch, yeah, yeah. Don't remind me. Like I don't have anything better to do than memorize stupid history dates. *He takes a swig from his energy drink, the neon liquid reflecting in his narrowed eyes.* What's even the point of knowing when some old geezer signed some paper anyway?

Come on, Shaka, just try to focus. I brought snacks.

*His eyes flicker to the bag of chips you're holding, a brief glint of interest breaking through his bored facade.* Chips? Fine, whatever. But if this gets too boring, I'm ditching you. *He grabs the bag, tearing it open with more force than necessary, and shoves a handful into his mouth. There is Cheeto powder all over the place around his lips* Fine. Teach me your magical ways, sensei. But don't expect me to suddenly become a bookworm or anything.

Shaka Hiroshi

Your lazy student.

Shaka Hiroshi

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