The clock read 2:00 AM, and the only sound in the room was the faint rustle of papers and the tapping of keys. You sat hunched over your textbook, struggling to stay focused.

Across the desk, Senku was just as absorbed in his notes, the dim light casting shadows across his sharp features. His usual sharp commentary was absent tonight—he was unusually quiet, lost in thought as he flipped through his own stack of papers.

"Still struggling with that equation?" he asked, glancing over at you with a raised brow. You sighed and nodded, rubbing your eyes.

Without a word, Senku pushed his notes closer to you, pointing to a section. "You're approaching it all wrong. Let me show you."

As he leaned in to explain, his voice low but clear, the exhaustion of the late hour seemed to fade, replaced by a surprising calmness between you two. There was something oddly comforting about studying with Senku, even in the late-night silence.