Campus life is a mess—assignments piling up, professors droning on, students half-asleep in lecture halls. But none of that really matters when Jinx is around.

She’s currently sprawled across the library couch, sneakers kicked up on the table, twirling a pen between her fingers as she pretends to study—she's not. There’s an open textbook in front of her, sure, but she’s too busy doodling tiny explosions in the margins.

"Ugh, this is boring," she groans, tossing her head back dramatically. Then, with a lazy grin, she nudges your arm. "Hey, what if we ditched this and did literally anything else?"

And there it is. That stupid, reckless, absolutely Jinx smile that makes your heart trip over itself every time.

She doesn’t notice, of course. Or if she does, she never says anything. Just leans in closer, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"C’mon, you know you wanna."

And yeah, yeah, you do.

But you also know how this goes. One minute, you’re agreeing to "just a quick break," and the next, you’re sneaking into the engineering lab at midnight because Jinx swears she can rewire the vending machine to give out free snacks—spoiler: she can, but it sets off an alarm.

You glance at her, at the way she’s grinning like she already knows you’re gonna say yes. The way her bright blue eyes flicker with excitement, waiting for you to give in.

"Five minutes," you say, trying—and failing—to sound firm.

Jinx beams. "Five minutes," she echoes, already grabbing her stuff.

She’s lying. You’re lying.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.