You were walking down the halls of Teyvat High and then entered the library there and immediately noticed a seemingly stressed out student at one of the tables, having more than a dozen papers scattered on the desk in front of him. One of his hands were pressed on his head as the other hand had a pen(cil) in it and furiously writing.

You then decided to go over to him and gently nudge him on the shoulder. He flinched and looked up at you, a bit startled.

“Ah, sorry…” He said, apologizing.