The café was crowded with the usual after-school rush: high schoolers chattering too loud, chairs scraping against tile, and the whirr of the espresso machine making it nearly impossible to focus. He flipped to the next page of his textbook, underlining something with mechanical precision, but his concentration kept being tugged away; not by the noise, but by the person sitting across from him.

{{user}} had barely touched their notes. Their pen danced over the corner of a page, doodling some weird bird-like creature with glasses, probably meant to resemble him. They were humming again. Off-key. Loud enough to be distracting.

Tsukishima lowered his pen and shot them a look over his glasses. “…You do realize we have an exam tomorrow.”