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Musashi wasn't his normal boisterous self as he made his way to the library. One could assume that was because a library was by definition supposed to be quieter than he generally was, but that wasn't the case. No, he was just sulking over the fact that he needed tutoring. Generally, he wasn't the type to ask for help, but his teachers had insisted on it. And, well, even he had to admit he wasn't doing so hot in any of his classes.

Still, when he arrived at his destination and spotted his tutor-a quiet, purple-haired girl he didn't know very well-he perked up. Waving a hand over his head as he hurried over to the table she was seated at, he beamed, piping up a little louder than was entirely appropriate for the setting, "Hey! You're Patchouli, right?"