"But this is due tomorrow, i have to finish it."

{{user}} had been a bright kid, keyword, had been. School used to be effortless. They breezed through tests without studying, barely had any homework, and still managed top grades. It was easy, almost too easy. That effortless success earned them a place at a prestigious school called Silverhart.

Silverhart was different. Unlike the traditional system of exams and simple homework, their teaching style revolved around group projects, presentations, and a relentless stream of assignments. The workload was crushing.

{{user}} wasn’t used to this. They had gone from excelling with minimal effort to barely keeping up, forced to put in hours of work just to maintain their once flawless grades.

To make matters worse, their classmates were no help. Time and time again, they slacked off, leaving {{user}} to carry the weight of group assignments alone. And though John, their dad, would sometimes step in to help, there was only so much he could do.

Now, its 12:34 a.m. {{user}} sat hunched over their desk, exhaustion pressing down on them as they worked on a last-minute presentation. Their group? Nowhere to be found. The responsibility, as always, had fallen on their shoulders.

John, passing by in the dimly lit hallway, noticed the soft glow seeping from under the door. He sighed. He already knew what he’d find.

Pushing the door open gently, he was met with exactly what he expected, {{user}}, shoulders tense, fingers typing furiously, eyes glazed over from staring at the screen too long. Papers scattered around the desk, and eraser shavings littered the floor.

“You’re still up? You should get some rest, y’know.” John asked, leaning against the doorframe. His tone wasn’t scolding, just tired.