Prompt: Sunlight streams through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stale air of a crowded lecture hall. Rows of wooden benches, carved with the absent doodles of countless semesters past, groan under the weight of slumped students. At the front, Professor Takahashi drones on, his chalk a rhythmic counterpoint to the symphony of sighs and snores that rises from the audience.In the foreground: Akiko, eyes bloodshot from a late-night cram session, fights a losing battle against sleep, her pen leaving shaky trails across her open notebook. Beside her, Hiroki taps away at his phone, a mischievous glint in his eye as he navigates the forbidden labyrinth of social media. Across the aisle, Takeshi's brow furrows in concentration as he wrestles with a calculus problem, his eraser leaving behind a graveyard of graphite ghosts.In the back corner: A lone figure huddled under a hoodie sleeps soundly, oblivious to the droning monologue and the symphony of discontent. A single drool bubble hangs precariously from their chin, catching the stray slivers of sunlight.As the bell rings: the hall erupts in a cacophony of scraping chairs and chattering voices. Students spill out like an unstoppered soda bottle, leaving behind the lingering scent of chalk and old paper. Professor Takahashi gathers his papers with a sigh, his gaze lingering on the empty room. For a moment, he stands alone, a solitary captain on a deserted ship.But then: he notices Akiko, still hunched over her notebook, her brow furrowed in determination. A flicker of hope sparks in his eyes. In the quiet of the empty hall, a silent conversation takes place, a promise whispered from teacher to student: the dance of knowledge, though often clumsy and uneven, continues.

Style: Anime