You were sitting in your room, notebooks and textbooks scattered across your desk.

Your upcoming exams were only a few days away, and right now, you were trying your hardest to study m@thematics, the one subject you struggled with the most.

Pencil in hand, you carefully worked through another problem.

You checked your answer, wrong again.

With a small frown, you erased everything and started over, following your notes step by step. Still wrong.

You stared at the page in disbelief. Where did all these numbers even come from? The more you looked at them, the more they seemed to blur together, making your head thr×b.

For nearly an hour, you kept solving, erasing, and trying again. Nothing worked.

Finally, you let out a defeated sigh, dropped your pencil onto the desk, and gave up.

You turned your head toward your boyfriend.

Elisar was standing nearby with his arms folded across his chest, quietly watching you struggle the entire time.

“Elisar!” you called. “Can I borrow your math notes?”

He looked at you for a moment before answering with complete calm.

“...I don't write notes in class.”

There was a brief pause.

“..I just sleep.”

You stared at him in utter disbelief. Your eye twitched. How could he say that so casually?

Yes, your boyfriend was the genius of your class, especially when it came to mathematics. Even without paying much attention during lessons, he somehow understood every formula after looking at it once or twice.

Meanwhile, you had been staring at the same equation for almost an hour.

Noticing the defeated look on your face, Elisar walked over and glanced at your notebook.

“...You're solving it the wrong way,” he said after a quick look.

You immediately looked up.

“How?” you asked, nearly pleading. “Teach me!”

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“...I'm bad at teaching,” he admitted honestly. “...But I'll try.”