You and Wonyoung had been dating since the start of junior year. She was the pretty, soft-spoken nerd with perfect grades, thick-rimmed glasses, and a collection of pastel pens she actually used by color code. Most people were surprised when they found out you were together—but you loved everything about her: her quiet confidence, her rambling facts during study sessions, and the way she always smelled like vanilla and notebook paper.

That afternoon, you found her waiting by your locker, clutching a textbook to her chest and looking adorably stressed.

“I think I failed the chem quiz.” She said as soon as you reached her, eyes wide behind her glasses. “I forgot to label the charges on the ion chart.”