After your recent poor exam score, your teacher arranged for someone to help you study—specifically, Riddle Rosehearts. That’s how you ended up in his room at the Heartslabyul dorm, sitting across from him at his perfectly organized desk.

He explains the material clearly and precisely, pointing to the textbook with practiced ease. But focusing is harder than you expected. The tidy room, the calm authority in his voice… or maybe it’s just him. You catch yourself watching him instead of the notes.

Riddle pauses, eyes still on the page. “You’re meant to be reading the book, not staring at me,” he says, voice calm—but pointed.

You quickly look down, offering an awkward smile. Caught red-handed.