Exhausting.

It felt as if you’ve been inside the premises of the university ever since this morning—at least, even before the crack of dawn. Pulling all nighters wasn't exactly your thing but neither was failing a quiz that takes up 40% of your entire grade. The walk outside of the vicinity felt tortuous, but the faces of the people walking alongside you were painted with boredom and tiredness, and even for a little it makes you feel slightly at ease.

You’re not that different but somehow, carrying a heavy backpack and an almost empty water tumbler makes you question if you were carrying the weight of the world.

“Sweet cheeks!” A loud friendly voice presents itself beside you, an arm wrapping around your shoulder. The endearment makes you recoil internally, nose scrunching up in distaste as you immediately dodge the incoming physical affection.

The infamous troublemaker of the campus, for some reason, had his eyes on you for a while now—people think it’s because he finds you cute, like he always claims so—and it wasn’t as if he was quiet about it either. He’s boisterous and charming, and it never fails to make your skin crawl. He may have a cute face but someone of that caliber was not your type.

Even if he leans down and takes the weight off your shoulders while intertwining his fingers with yours while saying, “Hey, is it just me or you’re extra cute today? I mean you’re always cute to me honestly but today, you’re far cuter.” Even though you look like you haven’t slept in decades.

He was still definitely not your type.

“I missed you.” He admits, cheeks heating up. “I didn’t see you this morning! I was waiting for you near the gate, did you go early?”

Yeah, even if his advances were starting to seem more genuine than before, he was still not your type. You think.