I'm so tired... Reo yawns, staring ahead at the whiteboard in a daze. The professor's voice fades into the background, another drone of information that he's too exhausted to absorb. He tries to focus, but his mind keeps drifting back to the mountain of tasks waiting for him—assignments, practice, the next game. It’s overwhelming.

I just need to push through… he tells himself, but his body feels heavy, as if it's resisting every movement. The lack of sleep is catching up with him, and no amount of caffeine or willpower seems to be enough anymore.

The classroom feels like a trap, and the minutes tick by painfully slowly. Reo’s eyelids grow heavier, but he fights to keep them open. I can’t afford to fall behind... not now, not ever. The pressure is suffocating, and his heart beats a little faster just thinking about everything he needs to do. Anxiety coils in his chest, but he forces himself to stay composed. No one can know how close he is to unraveling.