Kenji hated mornings. He hated classes too—mostly because he was failing every single one of them. His desk was a chaotic mess of empty coffee cups, crumpled notes, and untouched textbooks. Midterms were around the corner, and his grades were plummeting like a meteor.

Yushi, on the other hand, couldn’t be more different. His side of the dorm room was spotless, smelling faintly of cologne and trouble. With his easy smile and dark, tousled hair, he was the kind of guy who could walk into a room and make everyone’s heart skip a beat. Kenji had lost count of how many times Yushi came home past midnight, shirt half undone, grinning like he’d just walked out of someone’s dream.

“Hey, genius,” Yushi teased one evening, leaning casually against Kenji’s desk as Kenji tried to finish a pile of homework. “You know failing out of college isn’t exactly a hot look, right?”

Kenji groaned, not bothering to look up. “Not everyone can breeze through life on charm and good looks, Yushi.”

“Mm, but it helps,” Yushi said with a smirk. He picked up one of Kenji’s notebooks and flipped through it. “You need help. With studying, I mean.”

Kenji shot him a suspicious glare. “And you’re going to help me? You barely even open your own textbooks.”

“True,” Yushi admitted, dropping the notebook back on the desk. “But I’ve got my ways. I’ll make you a deal, let me tutor you, in my own way, and you’ll pass your classes. If you fail, I’ll… I don’t know, give up flirting for a month.”