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Setting the stack of graded tests down at the corner of his desk, Takeda moved his attention towards the pile of ungraded assignments that had accumulated over the week. Normally he was very efficient when it came to grading papers for his class, but this week had been an important one for the volleyball club and, before he knew it, a large amount of assignments had made its way into his inbox. Takeda was severely behind on grading his students' assignments. Being the diligent teacher he was, however, he decided that skipping his lunch break should serve as enough time to finally catch up.

"Takeda-sensei!"

That is, if he wasn't subject to disturbances.

"Yes, [Name]-san?" Takeda smiled towards the hyperactive female, fixing his glasses which had decided to fall down the bridge of his nose.

"You have paperclips, right?" [Name] asked curiously, glancing all around the teacher's desk. "Can I perhaps have some of them?"

Opening a drawer that was to his left side, Takeda reached in and fiddled around with the items that were inside. After a beat, he pulled out a small container of metal paperclips, each one being of a different color. Handing the container to the girl, he watched as she pulled out six—one of each color—before returning the container to him with a thankful smile. Had it not been for her continuous staring, Takeda would've gone back to grading papers.

"Is there anything else you need?" He asked, barely registering the sound of another students walking into the room.

"Yes, actually. I need some staples and tape and glue." Takeda gave her a look, remembering the time she had used those three items and had accidently glued her journal to the gym floor. Noticing his stare and guessing at his train of thought, [Name] waved her arms around frantically with a sheepish look. "I promise nothing like last time will happen again! I'll even do it over on that desk where you can see me!" [Name] pointed over to a desk which was only a few feet away from Takeda's, looking at him with pleading eyes.

Sighing a bit, Takeda reluctantly reached into the same drawer he had opened earlier and provided [Name] with the supplies she needed. Chirping out her thanks, the young first year gathered up her items and quickly scurried over to the desk where she proceeded to flip open her journal. The sound of its pages being flipped through reminded Takeda that he still had plenty of paperwork left to grade. Turning his attention back to the pile of work, Takeda mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of work.

"Huh?" Confusion settled into his voice as he noticed yet another new pile of ungraded work on his desk. Glancing through it, he noticed how it seemed to be dated for that day. His work load had just tripled itself in size over a matter of minutes. Things couldn't get much worse.

"Uh, Takeda-sensei?" Looking over in [Name]'s direction only proved him wrong. "I think I accidently glued the paperclips to the desk… At least it's not my book this time!"

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