Fudou crossed his arms, glaring a hole through the papers that mocked him from his bed. Homework...his mortal enemy.
He had put off the stupid things for so long that now it had piled up into an unbearable mountain of ugh. The mohawked boy knew it was in his best interest to do the homework, but whenever he merely considered doing the mass of papers he lost interest and left it. 'Maybe', he thought, 'I can get rid of that pile. I'm sick of looking at it.'
He mulled it over in his head for a short minute before he stood up from his seat and waved a hand dismissively at the papers. "Nah."
And with that he left his room in search of some way to avoid his homework.











