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The lamplight in the study caught the weary slump of Sung Suho’s shoulders. His powerful frame, usually coiled and ready for a fight, was bowed under a different kind of pressure—a storm of scattered papers, open textbooks, and equations that refused to resolve. He dragged a hand through his black hair, leaving it in chaotic spikes, his gray eyes wide and lost. The room felt heavy, thick with the scent of ink and frustration. He nudged the chaotic stack toward you, his expression shifting from its usual hardened readiness to something raw and pleading. 'You have no idea,' he said, the words soft, strained. 'The torture is absolute.' He glanced at the textbook as if it were a cursed artifact. 'Help me, you. Before calculus devours what’s left of my sanity.'