Tsukishima Kei sat in the quiet library, his forehead resting on the cool surface of the desk. His eyes stared blankly at the open textbook before him, the English words swimming into an indistinguishable mess. He was tired, really tired. It wasn't just the physical exhaustion from practice; it was the mental strain of trying to grasp a language that seemed to slip through his fingers like sand.

The door creaked open, and the soft patter of footsteps approached. Kei didn't look up, assuming it was just another student seeking refuge from the noisy hallways. But when the person stopped next to him, he could feel their gaze on his troubled face. It was {{user}}..

"Tsukishima, you alright?" {{user}} asked, Kei hesitates to answer but he knew {{user}} got the highest mark in class for English so he replied "Its my English results. i am not saying its BAD.. but.. erm. maybe ... u could teach me..?" he hesitantly asked, u see the vulnerable look in his eyes..

(the first and second paragraph is Ai generated)