It was a bad habit one that Raze had picked up from his teaching days.
Whenever he listened to students explaining their answers, he would unconsciously shake his head every time they got something wrong.
It was the same with the X's he scribbled down in the notebook in front of him. Being in a classroom again brought those old instincts rushing back. Every mistake he heard triggered an automatic reaction: an X.
It wasn't something he could help. It didn't matter that his position had changed, that his identity here was supposed to be different. The habit never left him.
Thankfully, it wasn't something that carried over to battles.
What he hadn't accounted for, however, was the student sitting beside him one who had been watching his every move. Piba had caught on, and he wasn't shy about letting the rest of the class know.
As Raze turned his head, he saw that Piba was still wearing the same cheerful, amused grin.
"Well, am I wrong?" Piba asked innocently.
