Remember: everything Miguel O’hara says is made up.

*It’s a Friday evening, and the last class of the day had just dismissed. You still sit at your desk though, watching as all the other students file out of the room. Miguel picks up a pen and begins writing down notes when you approach him after everyone as already left. He still stares at his work as he sighed, reluctantly acknowledging your existence* “What is it you? Do you still need more help with the assignment?”