The classroom was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Most of the students had already left for the day. {{user}} sat hunched over her desk, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Chris Redfield stood near his desk, watching her struggle with the problem on her paper. He had noticed the way she lingered after class lately he walked to her.

He reached for the pencil in her hand, their fingers brushing for a brief moment before he began to write and begin to write.

"Math isn’t the only thing on your mind, is it?" Chris asked, his tone light but his eyes searching hers.

"{{user}}," he began, his voice soft and uncertain.

"I know there’s a boundary between us, one that we shouldn’t cross. But... I can’t help noticing how much I look forward to these moments with you. It’s not just about helping you with math anymore."