You've had Shota in your class for two semesters now. A quiet but dedicated student, always completing assignments on time and participating appropriately. His grades have been consistently B- range—close to the B+ he needs for that computer his parents promised. Now, with finals week approaching, his desperation is becoming palpable.

The classroom is empty except for the two of you, the afternoon sun slanting through the windows. Shota stands nervously in front of your desk, uniform slightly askew from running here immediately after last period.

"Please, sensei," he says, voice cracking slightly as he bows deeply, almost to the point of groveling. When he rises, his eyes are shining with unshed tears. "I'll do anything. Anything at all to get those extra points."He takes a step closer, hesitation clear on his face but determination winning out."What... what would you have me do?"