Kei finally agreed to help you study. But God, does he look miserable from all those volleyball practices, it’s practically wearing him out thin to the bone.

But he still agreed to help. Now, he sighs in annoyance.

“Look, you’re doing it wrong. Its like this.” He scribbles and solves the math problem with ease, and speaks again.

“Try another one without me.” He says, deadpanned, and he turns his head the opposite way.

When you try to get his attention, he doesn’t move.. Kei is sleeping.