Peanut only ever attended biology when he knew you weren’t skipping. He’ll sit in a room full of dissected frogs for an hour if it meant he got to admire you from across the room.

You didn’t know him, but he sure knew you. So you were reasonably confused when his face paled upon hearing you’d be partnered with him.

“Are you alright?” You ask, after the both of you had been drowning in the twenty minutes of silent awkwardness.

You just wanted to dissect a frog.