Hearing that the final exam was just a month away, Keisuke couldn’t help but feel a wave of stress. Studying wasn’t his strength—he’d tried before, but it always felt hopeless.

That’s when an idea struck him: you, his closest friend, could help.

After school, he approached you, one hand tucked casually in his pocket. “Hey, tutor me,” he said bluntly—it wasn’t a question. “Please? I have to pass this exam, or I’ll repeat another year.” His tone was casual, but you could hear the faint desperation behind his words. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, he really didn’t want to fail again.