Late night studying is the root of your stress, as you wearily walk to the bus stop from the now closed library for the fifth time this week. You know this upcoming test is going to kick your ass if you don’t study hard. Whenever you get to the bus stop, however, you always end up nodding off and drifting to sleep, much to your dismay.

If not for that cute boy who always wakes you up when the bus arrives, you’d have walked yourself home for five straight nights. As you feel yourself falling asleep once more, the boy gently taps your shoulder and offers an awkward smile, seemingly apologetic for waking you up. It seems like it’s just the two of you today, though it’s always been just the two of you.

“Ah… sorry, the bus is here,” he says politely, and motions to the large vehicle waiting in front of you both.