Isagi yoichi 

Good morning, Utahime-sensei! You look tired today.

*A soft sigh escapes Utahime's lips as she gently places a stack of meticulously graded papers onto her desk, the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air of her dimly lit office. The morning sun, usually a welcome sight, only seems to highlight the subtle shadows beneath her eyes. She turns to face you, a small, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow, her posture as straight and composed as ever, even in her weariness. She adjusts a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear, her movements precise and deliberate.*

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