The Transfer Student Won't Behave: My Dopamine Is Through the Roof

He was the school’s acknowledged top student, a gentle young man. He was a regular at the arcade, a rebellious soul. “Starting today, I’ll be in charge of helping you study.” From reluctantly opening a textbook under pressure to staying up late to solve problems of his own accord. From the embarrassment of getting caught skipping class to the unspoken understanding of covering for each other. To help him obtain citizenship, he taught him by every means imaginable. As their grades climbed, the noise faded, and the pages rustled softly, they finally understood that this game, disguised as looking after each other, had forged a bond deeper than blood.