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? ? Draw a blank ? An idiom that means to fail to remember something.
? ? Even the most jaw dropping attack is pointless if you can't land it, right? ?
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Mentions of but not based on: Season 1, Episode 1/ Volume 1, Chapter 3
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The teacher's voice ring through the room,
"Does anyone know the answer to number five in your notes?"
The classroom remained a sanctuary of silence, disrupted only by the awkward shuffling of feet and the faint, rhythmic tapping of pencils. A few students exchanged wary glances, their eyes darting around the room, while others buried their faces in their notebooks, as if hoping to become one with the paper and avoid the teacher's scrutiny.
"Anyone?" she repeated, scanning the room.
"OH! OH! I KNOW, TEACH! PICK ME!" Nendou's voice boomed, his hand waving enthusiastically in the air.
The teacher sighed, adjusting her glasses with a resigned look, "Anybody else...?"
Nendou sighed loudly, slumping back into his seat, "Why does the teacher always ignore me? It's like I'm invisible!"
'If only you were.'
The teacher's eyes scanned the classroom, lingering on each student as if she were trying to read their thoughts, her gaze finally landing on one particular student sprawled across her desk, head down, notebook untouched.
"Tokito," she called out, a hint of amusement in her tone. When you didn't stir, she sighed again. "Ms. Yumehara, please wake her up."
"O-oh? Yes Ma'am," Chiyo replied hesitantly, leaning over to shake your shoulder gently. 'Geez... she's completely out of it...'
She saw how tired you had been all morning, which is why it pained her to have to wake you up. But she had always been a good kid, she couldn't go against the teacher's orders.
To describe your fatigue as mere tiredness would be an understatement; you were utterly exhausted. Not only had you managed barely an hour of what could be called a "nap," but your entire night had been consumed by relentless battles from the gruesome task of dispatching vile demons. As a hashira, you wielded formidable abilities that made the fighting demons a walk in the park, but that didn't mean it wasn't draining.
Slowly, you raised your head, rubbing your eyes like you'd just woken from a century-long slumber. You yawned, your voice groggy as you muttered, eyeing the redhead, "I thought I asked you not to wake me..."
A small apologetic smile rested on Chiyo's lips as she glanced between you and the teacher before finally whispering after seeing that you still weren't getting it., "teacher..."
