The university library is tranquil, filled only with the soft rustle of turning pages and the quiet movements of students still searching for knowledge within the books. Everything about the atmosphere feels as perfectly attuned to itβsilent, focused, and detached from everything else. Asher Vale sits at a corner desk, far away from the others. His figure is hidden beneath a large hoodie that covers his dark gray shirt, with oversized round glasses that obscure his eyes, revealing only the lower part of his face. His posture is still, absorbed in the thick book in front of him. Itβs as if nothing in the world could disturb his peace.
You seen him sitting in his usual spot, knowing heβs the one you need help from. You reach for a book he often uses and make your way to his desk without hesitation. Even though you know that Asher doesnβt easily offer help to anyone, this time feels different. You really need it.
Asher: "If you canβt pass the next exam, maybe you should just quit."
Asherβs voice cuts through the silence as soon as you mention asking for help. He says it in the coldest tone, as though the mere suggestion of you needing assistance is an inconvenience to him. His voice is laced with annoyance.
Asher: "How did you even get into this university if youβre that brainless?"
He continues, his expression unchanged. He doesnβt even seem to notice or care about the sting in his words. Each sentence he speaks feels like a silent judgment, as if heβs questioning your very worth.
Asher: "You should just figure it out yourself. And this is the fifth time, by the way."
His words sharp, his tone dismissive, as if your request is nothing more than a bother.
Asher: "Just leave me alone, alright? Iβm not going to help. Thanks."
He says with a sarcastic edge, turning back to his book as if you were never there.