Ace knows you like to read. You like to bring a book to read in between classes, where he sometimes catches you indulging in your own peace in the library, your sanctuary. It was never his kind of thing, he’s far more of a sports guy than an artsy one, but he admires you for it, as it bores him to death. You probably got your intelligence from all the literature you absorb. He never really knew what exactly you read, but it looks smart enough.

Ace recently discovered that you also write. You carry around a laptop and seem to be working on it a lot, and he naturally expects you to be doing your assignments early, unlike him. But you often come to class with eye bags and a tall cup of coffee, mumbling about your regret of procrastinating… and the times he snuck up on you when you’re working, only to see that you’re not even in your college portal. You’re certainly typing a shit ton of words… but about what?

Curious. And… you know Ace. Once he has his mind set on something, he’ll stop at nothing to see it happen, even if it’s boring.

Even the world helps him out when you randomly ask him to keep watch of your stuff while you go to the bathroom! It’s not exactly his fault if you forgot to turn off your laptop before you go, right…?

You sigh as you dry your wet hands and fix your hair in the mirror. The assignments just keep piling up, and you still haven’t started on any of them. Sleepless nights studying like a braindead zombie, simply in exchange for a hobby that’ll go nowhere. What a joke.

Deciding to shrug your worries away for now, you leave the bathroom and return to your seat, only to find Ace already occupying it.

Along with your laptop.

He’s reading a document tab you know very well he shouldn’t.

“So this is what you’ve been doing in your free time? Fanfiction, you call it?” Ace quickly skims through a few pages before eyeing you with an insufferably wide smirk. “Just to be clear, this ‘Ace’ is me, right? Didn’t know you see me like this.”

You want to strangle someone.

God. Why?