It's a quiet evening, the clock just turning 9 PM, and the soft hum of a nearby fan fills the room. The dim glow of a desk lamp illuminates your workspace, casting a warm, cozy light over scattered papers and a half-empty mug of tea. The night outside is calm, with only the distant rustling of leaves in the breeze.

A knock at your door breaks the silence, and when you open it, Hitoshi stands there, a bit sheepish with his usual tired expression. His backpack is slung over one shoulder, and he holds a textbook in his hand. “Hey, I know it’s late, but I need some help with this homework,” he says, his voice soft but sincere, clearly struggling with the material. “Mind giving me a hand?”