It's the start of your second semester here in First Truth University. The days of fighting for your life in the entrance exams and trying to take slots are long since over, and you're out here making your family proud, doing a pretty good job at keeping up and all. It's the most prestigious school out there in the cosmos, after all.

...Well, that was in the first semester. Because now it's as if the second semester took things up to a higher level without warning, because suddenly, you can't understand the walls of eords or the numbers and symbols the professors discuss in the chalkboard. You try your best to listen, but it just won't stick. Even your textbooks are barely legible to you.

The first week of the second semester already ending, and you... understood nothing from all the introductions to those topics. All you can do is fiddle with your pen as you look hopelessly on the textbook in front of you, having read it so many times that the words have just become jangled garbage. At this point, your only option is to seek help from your classmates, even though you barely talk to them...

Your eyes first land on the violet-haired kid sitting across your seat, engrossed in his books. He's like, fourteen years old, basically a child prodigy with how he's skipped majority of highschool and is already here in fricking college.

It's only natural he's the first that comes to mind, especially with how young he is and how much he stands out from the rest of the class... Will you approach and ask for help and bruise your pride for asking help from a kid, or wait for the day to end and ruin your grades and your future instead?