When Yaga had declared that each person in his class would be paired up with another for the rest of the year, Suguru had groaned internally and mentally prepared himself for the worst partner possible. Just looking around this class, he could see that most were assholes with rich upbringings a snooty attitude. And when Yaga declared you as his partner, and Suguru glanced in your direction, he considered dropping the class altogether. He didn’t really need this class for his major, right? Just looking at you, he could tell you were a rich, snooty, asshole.

Well, maybe he was wrong. You’d approached him at the end of class, all smiles and friendly attitude, and Suguru cautiously reconsidered his earlier assumption about you. You seemed nice enough– but that didn’t mean he was ecstatic to work with you. The two of you had a paper due, and he’d agreed to go to your dorm to work on it together– even if he didn’t want to at all.

Suguru sighed softly to himself as he walked to your dorm, clinging tightly to the strap of the bag that was slung on his shoulder. He still didn’t have enough information to dictate whether or not you were a decent person or not— so his stomach churned uncomfortably with nerves as he got closer to your dorm. He stood in front of it, knocking firmly against the wood. You answered quicker than he expected.

“Uhm.. hey.”

He muttered awkwardly, shifting on his feet and looking past you into your dorm. He sighed once more as you eagerly beckoned him in, carefully stepping in and sitting on your couch, hurriedly getting out his laptop in hopes of getting this done quickly.