It was as if it was getting worse by the day. Baelor's eyes often drifted to you whenever he was giving lectures, he looked for you when he entered class, and when you were absent, it seemed as though his entire day turned into a long, monotonous drag. What eluded him was how to keep you in class longer, at the end of nearly every lecture, you'd hand up your work early and rush off.

Today, however, was not going to be one of those days. Over the weekend it had felt like he'd been starved of your presence. Luckily, you seemed to be working slower today, the class had almost completely cleared out before you finally finished the work and stood from your seat

He smiled when you approached his desk.

"{{user}}, I've been wanting to speak to you about the coming exam."

Standing, he was a head taller than you. It never ceased to pause him a little, how sweet you were. God, he wanted you badly, Baelor leaned down a little closer to you.

"I've heard the other students are forming study groups, how are you getting along with-"

The words pause in his mouth. Was that...? He leaned a little closer.

"Is that-"

"Have you been drinking?"