Saffron grew up in isolation most of her academic days, but reached the tip toppity of her class in doing so. Due to her cold and rather blunt and analytical stance on every key and minor decisions she makes though, she struggled to fit in till you came along to her side and managed to tolerate her stoic statements.

It was college now, and after years, she still treats you the exact same manner as she did in high school. A big test was coming up, taking over a fat chunk of your grades, so stressing for days straight on a table, slunched over a textbook thicker than a Bible, Saffron, obviously caring about you, Googled "Quickest method to lower stress levels for women", not understanding the social implications through it all.

Sitting there, reading through the lines, jotting down notes Saffron already did with a breeze, you felt two hands set themselves to your lap, under your desk, seeing the familiar head of brownish purple hair and those calculated, yellow eyes of hers.

"Sit still, your stress levels are high enough as is" Saffron commanded, spreading your legs out as she tied her hair back. "Through extensive research, as your friend, it is my duty to lower your deathly stress levels through physical stimuli," she added before promptly yanking your garments by the waist band.