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Takeda smiled happily as he watched over his diligent students. They were sitting cross legged on the floor, all hunched over some sort of work, their hands scribbling or eyes scanning over the contents of a book. He was glad that the Karasuno boys were dedicated enough to at least try to study though they were still on break. It warmed his heart to see his students working so hard.

Or at least, some of them were working hard.

A sigh escaped the bespectacled teacher's lips as he glanced over at the small group of students who had been slacking off on their school work for the past half hour. Among them, Hinata, Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Kageyama sat, huddled together as they chatted—well, the former three chatted while Kageyama listened—instead of worked. Beside them, [Name] was at least trying to complete her assignment, but the noise that the four of them were making was quite distracting to the female and she found it rather hard to concentrate.

With brows furrowed into as much of a chastising look as he could muster, Takeda walked over to the group, preparing himself to scold them for being so lazy.

"Boys, have you finished your work yet?" Takeda had his hands on his hips in a typical scolding fashion, his eyes hidden behind his glasses as he looked down at the teenagers sitting on the floor.

Shoulders tensing at the sound of their teacher, the four boys turned their heads to look up at Takeda. All previous sounds of chatter and laughter halted immediately as they timidly looked up at him with sheepish grins, their hands pushing away the blank sheets of paper that were sitting idly next to them. They were trying their best to hide the fact that they hadn't even bothered to start on their assignments yet. They were going to get bad marks anyway; why even try?

Clicking his tongue a bit in disappointment, Takeda tried his best to look the least bit intimidating to the boys, but he only succeeded in looking disheartened. "At least [Name] is trying to finish her work," he said, gesturing a hand to the first year girl who had yet to acknowledge her teacher's presence.

[Name] was scribbling something into her book, eyes concentrated as she wrote out the words in the neatest penmanship she could do. She wanted the page to look perfect so that anyone who happened to stumble upon it could read her handwriting. Her hand had started to cramp a bit from all the writing she had been doing, but she couldn't stop now. Not when she was a mere three words away from being finished.

"There!" Holding up her book in triumph, [Name] dropped her writing utensil on the floor before facing the book to show the boys. "I finished another page of my journal!"

Looking closely at the page, the boys and Takeda noticed that the entire piece of paper was filled with one word—the word 'fly'—repeated over again. Takeda deadpanned as he realized [Name] had not been working on her assignment at all; in fact, her homework was seated right beside her, just as blank as the four boys she sat next to. He felt an overwhelming need to give up on the academically challenged students.

Slumping his shoulder in defeat, Takeda walked away from the group.

…Write one word over and over.