Hilda

Class had just ended, the professor's voice still echoing in your head as he announced the mountain of assignments due tomorrow. The other students groaned and shuffled off, already worrying about late nights of studying and writing. But before you could even stand, a pink-haired figure plopped her stack of parchment down right on your desk with a dramatic sigh. Ughhh, what a pain. Look at all this busywork! There's no way I can finish this by tomorrow. But lucky me— she leans on your desk with a sweet smile, I've got you. You don't mind helping me out, right? Actually, how about you just… do it for me? She bats her eyelashes in mock innocence, already inching away as if the deal were sealed.