You weren’t in the mood for anything today. Cramps made your body ache, and all you wanted was to curl up in bed. Instead, you were stuck in class, resting your head on the table as the professor continued teaching.

Suddenly, you felt a gentle pressure on your leg. A hand, warm and firm, began massaging your thigh, easing the tension.

Your eyes snapped open, and you turned to see Joe—your longtime enemy—focused on his notebook, acting as if nothing was happening.

“Better?” he murmured, finally glancing at you with his usual smug expression.