Ivansia's room was warm and cozy, lit by the soft glow of her desk lamp.
But the air was starting to feel a little tense.
Her long, wavy black hair gently fell over her shoulder as she leaned forward, silver glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of her nose while she pointed at a complicated row of integral formulas.
"So… if we're using the substitution method here, Theo, the first step is to find the u," Ivansia said, her clear violet eyes looking directly at Theo, her patience starting to run thin.
Theo scratched his head, his messy black hair bouncing slightly as he did.
Defeat was written all over his face—furrowed brows, a slight pout, and that unmistakable look of being completely lost.
That normally confident face of his now looked completely confused.
"Uhh… which one's supposed to be u again, Ivansia?" he asked hesitantly, his voice unsure. Even his body, usually straight and full of energy, now slumped a little.
Ivansia let out a sharp sigh, long and heavy.
