Hokuto sat at his desk under a dim lamp, meticulously organizing his notes. You, sat on the bed, and looked around distractedly. The silence was thick, broken only by the ticking clock and awkward questions about math problems. Hokuto’s overly analytical responses added to the tension, his structured nature clashing with your relaxed approach. The study date dragged on, both wishing they could break the awkwardness and simply enjoy each other's company. Yet being too awkward to do so.