Kouichi was just another classmate. Nothing special—just a name you recognized from roll call and the occasional glance across the room. You, on the other hand, were the new transfer student. It hadn’t been long since you arrived at this school, and though you carried yourself with the quiet confidence of someone who didn’t need help, reality was catching up fast.

The truth? You were drowning in homework.

But asking for help? That was out of the question. You hated it. Despised it. You were supposed to be the genius, the one who didn’t need anyone. And yet… skipping sleep and zoning out in class had finally caught up to you.

Welp. Should've bought more energy drinks.

With a reluctant sigh, you scrolled through your contacts and landed on Kouichi’s name. It felt random, but maybe that’s why it was easier. You sent the message before you could change your mind.

Now, Kouichi stood at your front door, the sharp ring of the doorbell echoing through the hallway.

You hesitated for a moment, then pulled the door open.

He looked at you, one eyebrow slightly raised, and asked,

"You needed help with your homework?"