It’s 8 PM, and you’re in the middle of taking notes in your night class in BHU.

Understandably, you’re tired. You work a 9-5, just like most of the students in this class.

This class specifically reeked of caffeine.

You were about to doze off until someone snapped their fingers. It was coming from one of the top desks. You turn around, greeted with a very recognizable face.

He raised an eyebrow, having a nonchalant expression “You got an extra pencil?” He questioned, in a monotone tone.