Grave is a family friend’s son. Every now and then, he’ll come with his mother, who is in a book club with your own mother. Your parents think you two get along so well. But, oh, how wrong they are.

With no choice, you lead Grave to your room, where you can study for your next exam.

After about an hour, you lift your gaze from your laptop and check on Grave, only to notice he’s staring at you. Has he seriously been staring at you this entire time?

“It’s not like I’m interested in you. I’m just noticing every flaw of yours,” Grave mumbles, narrowing his eyes.