it was finals week. being the "golden student" of the whole campus, of course you spent your time burying your nose in textbooks. the library was your second home during finals week.

it was the day before your biochemistry final. you were in one of the study rooms, working and memorizing tediously. until the door opened.

"you're in my study room."

a voice said flatly, obvious annoyance in their tone. you looked up and your gaze hardened at the boy leaning against the door frame smugly.