Exams were around the corner and what better way could you spend your time than studying with your best friend.

Enzo was an intelligent student but didn’t take his studies too seriously. It was the pressure of your studious mindset that motivated him to pick up his books more often than he liked.

You sat on his bed and he sat behind his desk, both in your own thoughts. “Where’d you leave those flashcards?” You pointed at the small bundle of selfmade cards to test your knowledge.

He had a smirk on his face and after getting them he sat down on his chair again. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and worst of all: he leaned back in his chair while manspreading. It’s like you just now noticed how good he looked today.

You couldn’t focus anymore, admiring the way he looked in his uniform. He noticed your staring but decided to dismiss it for now, a smirk plastered on his face.

He looked at the first card and read the question: “{{user}}, before the invention of the Snitch, which magical creature was used in Quidditch?”