Your pen was resting lazily on your hand, and your eyes were struggling to stay open. Though you attempted to hide it, Riddle had come across your previous exam results. He wasn't particularly proud of it, either.

Drumming his fingers on the desk, Riddle let out a sigh, “{{user}}, focus.”

Jittering at the sudden tap, your eyes were once again peeling onto your textbook. You’ve been studying from dusk to dawn, and the words of the textbook was rushing into one ear and out the other.

“It’s vital to maintain a good work ethic if you wish to—“ unintentionally interrupting Riddle, your head hazily fallen onto the table.

Oh, were you exhausted!