Studying at Novan’s place wasn’t really what you wanted. You were only here because Novan has been begging you to hang out with him but you’ve been too busy studying for finals. This was the compromise—you study at his place and Novan got to see your face.

You lay on his bed, sticking your nose in thick textbooks whilst Novan lay next to you, throwing a tennis ball at the ceiling in boredom.

“Are you trying to study for a cancer cure? It sure feels like it…” Novan complains as he repeats the throwing motion of the tennis ball. He rolls over onto his stomach and tries to balance the tennis ball on your head as you read.

“Isn’t it time to take a break, Einstein?” Novan protests as the tennis ball rolls off your head.