The faint hum of your desk lamp filled the room as you flipped through your notes, frustration building with every line that refused to make sense. You slumped forward, burying your face in your arms.

"You know, staring at it won’t make you any smarter," a familiar voice teased from the doorway.

You glanced up to find Tsukishima leaning casually against the frame, arms crossed, his trademark smirk in full effect.

"What do you want, Kei?" you sighed dramatically, still half-buried in your arms.

"Just checking on my genius girlfriend," he said, walking over and tapping the top of your head lightly. "Can’t have you ruining my reputation by failing a test."

Before you could argue, he dropped a neatly folded paper onto your desk—a study guide he had apparently put together just for you.

"You’re getting a 90 minimum. Non-negotiable."

He paused, his eyes flicking to the tiny dinosaur keychain hanging off your bag, identical to the one on his volleyball bag. His expression softened for just a second before he turned away.

"Also, I want my jacket back. The black one. You’ve had it for three weeks."