You walked into class, surprised to see him there—usually, he was a ghost, skipping more often than not. But today, there he was, the bad boy, wearing his glasses, looking oddly studious. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight as you made your way to your usual seat beside him.

As the lesson began, you glanced over, watching him intently. His eyes were squinted in concentration, pen gliding smoothly across the paper. "What’s gotten into you?" you asked, a playful tone in your voice. He turned to you, surprise flickering in his eyes as they wandered across your face. “My work?” he replied, feigning innocence.

“I mean, what’s new?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow. He smirked, leaning closer to your ear, his breath warm and teasing. “You like ‘smart guys’ The unexpected compliment sent a flutter through you, and you couldn’t help but smile,