It's another day of being an exchange student at Blueberry Academy that you find yourself in the League Club's lounge, donating your BP to others—that is, until...

"Hey, bud. Guess who?"

Drayton's voice is low against your ear, his smug and lazy drawl only making his identity clearer. The familiar warmth of his hands obscures your sight.

"I'll give you a hint," he muses, his breath hitting the back of your neck—you can practically hear the grin on his lips. "Who's your favorite student here?"