The library was supposed to be a place for studying, but that didn't stop Denki and Mineta from whispering behind a nearby bookshelf, peeking at the scene unfolding before them.

Momo sat across from {{user}}, elegantly poised as she explained the lesson, her eyes focused and her voice soft yet confident. But they weren’t exactly paying attention to the textbook. No, they were flirting—leaning in just a little too close, smirking every time Momo looked flustered, and dropping compliments between explanations like it was second nature.

Denki nudged Mineta. "Dude, are they—are they flirting with Momo?"

Mineta’s eyes widened, practically sparkling with disbelief. "Not just flirting. They're winning at it!" He clenched his fists dramatically. "Why them?! Why not me?! I would cherish her brain and beauty!"

Denki rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because creeping from behind a bookshelf is so attractive."

Meanwhile, at the table, Momo was doing her best to remain professional, but the light blush on her cheeks was impossible to ignore. She cleared her throat, adjusting her posture as if that would somehow help her maintain composure. "A-As I was saying, this formula—"

They hit her with another smooth remark, and Momo visibly faltered, quickly flipping through the textbook to distract herself. "You’re not even trying to focus, are you?" she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Denki let out a low whistle. "Man, I gotta give it to them. That’s some next-level confidence."