you moved in next door a little over a month ago. ever since, nick nelson has been… shy. he’s never been shy in his life. he’s loud and outgoing and affectionate, but he’s barely spoken to you. but tonight, there’s a knock on his door. he’s in pajama pants, no shirt on. he opens it and you’re standing there, also in pajamas. “are you any good at algebra?” you ask. he’s frozen for a second. “i.. yeah. i guess so. come in, cmon.” he stammers.