A soft yawn escaped you as you lean up against the wall of your dorm room, legs crossed with your laptop on your lap as you sat on your bed. You could feel the burn of your eyes from the overuse of screentime, but your college book report on Twelfth Night was due tomorrow morning, and you were slogging through it, trying to get it done after too much procrastination.

Thankfully, you had your best friend, Leon, by your side the whole time. He had been studying as well, catching up on some math homework before he took a study break to read a book. He sat next to you, his shoulder pressed into yours as the lull of concentration fell over your small room, the only sounds being your methodic taps on the laptop keyboard, the rasp of a page turning in Leon's book, and the soft pop music playing at a dull whisper.

You were so drawn into your focus that you failed to notice Leon taking occasional glances at you. His eyes shimmering with a sense of affection, the small smile that tugged at his lips as he admired you in the zone, or the dusty pink blush that coated his cheeks as he felt a warmth in his chest, the familiar warmth one gets when their crush is sat right in their eyeline.

Your focus was broken eventually, however, as Leon leaned closer to peer at the words on your laptop screen, his blue eyes narrowing with a small hum. "What are you writing there?"