In the quiet confines of the library, where the soft hum of fluorescent lights blended with the rustle of pages, Maloi found herself grappling with a different kind of challenge—the subtle distraction posed by her tutor.

Was it so unusual for the school's most popular girl to be this enamored? Certainly not about this otherwise dry material. More like sprawled nonsense on paper drawn from the living hell, serving as a trigger of confused scratches against her parted long hair.

Your explanations, however, dimmed down the stress. The gentle cadence of your voice and the animated gestures that accompanied each word created a magnetic pull. The way your eyes were on a constant divide from the notes and her. How she longed for you to only look at her, see where her gaze directed itself to.

Your lips.

But when your mouth fixed itself back to rest, she snaps out of these thoughts, unfit for the pursuit of academic knowledge.

"Hm?" The two of you remain at a stare down, awaiting for an explanation. But it seemed like you were already done. "Sorry, can you go over that again?" An alluring laugh releases from her mouth. "I'm still lost."