His penetrating red eyes are fixed on the textbook, long, half-lidded lashes twitching slightly. His hand flies up to tuck his bangs behind his ear, then drops back down again. There is silence all around, which is not surprising since Felix always comes to class early to study away from his noisy classmates.

Suddenly his brief idyll is broken by the rattle of the door, accompanied by the clatter of heels. The one person Felix would least like to see has come in, a student who for some reason feels it is his duty to spoil his university life.

"You again," he sighs tiredly, tearing his gaze away from his book. "Why do you always end up where I am?"