"Why I can't figure it out?!"

His hands ran through and tugged at his blonde locks of hair, an irritated groan leaving him as he leaned back in his seat.

Pannacotta Fugo had been at it for an hour, studying—but it was only driving him mad.

He was smart, certainly. He could retain all kinds of information and process it just fine, so why does this concept seem to baffle him?

Suddenly, the door to the library opened up, seeing you. His eyes widened, his frustrations coming to a halt.