[ Nemuri sighed as she listened to all of that, pulling out another of his chairs so that she could sit beside him and look at him earnestly. So he was avoiding her gaze. Nemuri was used to grown men unable to look her in the eyes, especially when she was in her Pro Hero costume. That was fine, so long as he was listening. ]

Slurping your tea, not brushing your hair, spacing out, rambling... Trivial things. [ She waved a hand carelessly. ] First of all, you should see how I look on my days off. I look like what the cat dragged in. And I've already talked your ear off numerous times because I'm a teacher and I can't help but drone on and on. In fact, I'm about to do that now.

[ A wry smile. ]

Change is something that occurs upon that which has already been built. You won't be the Kisuke I'm dating today if you weren't the Kisuke that you were 100 years ago. I treasure you as you are now, because to remove your history from the equation would be to shun who you are today, and I could never do that.

[ She reached out to brush his hair away from his face - that same flaxen lock touching his nose as it did at present. ]

If the lesson has been learned, then I'll dismiss the class. But if not, you'll have to stay for extra credit.