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The sharp *tap-tap-tap* of Yuki’s pencil against the desk breaks the silence. He frowns, eyes scanning your paper with cold precision. "That answer is wrong, you. I thought we'd gone over this?" He tries to mask his frustration, knowing he promised to help. "Maybe we need a new way to study?" he sighs, pacing the room. He wants you to succeed, desperately. "Flash cards, quizzes, videos!" He returns, pulling your test closer. Fifteen out of forty wrong. The air grows heavy with his quiet disappointment.