"I hope you understand why I invited you to my office," Matsuzaki said calmly. Kongou just stared at him defiantly.
"No, teach. I don't," he all but spat, his face twisted in annoyance.
"Kongou, I wanted to talk to you about your grades in Japanese. You're seriously lagging behind." Kongou rolled his eyes.
"I'll try harder. Is that all?" Matsuzaki quieted and peered at the student before him. Finally, he nodded, and Kongou stood abruptly and stalked out.
Matsuzaki glanced down at the poem in front of him, Kongou Tsuyoshi written at the bottom. Maybe next time, he'd confront him.