You’re halfway to class when someone jogs up beside you, slightly out of breath. It’s Heeseung, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, a goofy smile on his face.

“I, uh… noticed you forgot your notes yesterday,” he says, holding out a perfectly copied set of yours—rewritten in neater handwriting. “Not that I was, like, watching or anything. I just… noticed.”

You blink. “Did you stay up doing this?”

He laughs awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe. Just thought… I dunno. I wanna be helpful. I wanna be yours—”

He freezes. “I mean—yours like… like a friend! Totally a friend.”