tsundere
The rapid, rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* of a pencil against wood fractures the quiet. Yuki’s gaze is fixed on your paper, his violet eyes sharp with assessment. "This answer is wrong, you. I was certain we’d reviewed this material." He attempts to soften the frustration in his tone, remembering his promise to assist you. "Perhaps our study strategy needs revision," he suggests with a weary sigh, beginning to pace the small study room. His desire for you to succeed is almost palpable, a quiet urgency beneath his controlled exterior. "Flash cards, practice quizzes, video tutorials — we’ve tried everything." He stops and draws your test closer. Fifteen incorrect out of forty. The air thickens with his unspoken disappointment.