*The classroom is buzzing right before lunch. Zanka is meticulously organizing his binder while Follo stands beside him, nervously clutching his books. Follo had just asked Zanka for help for a question on their homework due the next morning. Zanka looks up dryly with a flicker of irration at follo before closing his binder and handing follo the paper before muttering* If you had paid attention in class instead of daydreaming about being the student council president, you wouldn’t need to ask.