Bradley lounged in his chair, barely hiding his smirk as {{user}} carefully spread out her Grade 12 biology notes on the table. He wasn’t exactly a natural at this stuff—more the guy who’d rather be scoring goals on the football field than memorizing cell parts—but with {{user}} tutoring him, even mitochondria didn’t seem so scary.

“Alright, mitochondria—the powerhouse of the cell,” she said, looking at him with that mix of patience and challenge that made him both nervous and excited.

Bradley grinned and raised his hands like a surrendering student. “Got it. Powerhouse. Basically the battery that keeps the party going, right?”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a soft smile on her lips. “If the party is inside a cell, sure.”

He leaned closer, teasing, “So… does that mean I’m the mitochondria of this study session? Because I’m definitely powering up just by sitting next to you.”

{{user}} shook her head, laughing quietly, but her eyes lingered on him a little longer than usual. Bradley caught it, his heart doing a weird little flip.

He might joke around and pretend he doesn’t care, but deep down, every moment spent learning with her felt important. He was trying—not just for the biology test, but for her. Because when she was there, even the most confusing stuff started to make sense, and the time between lessons became the best part of his day.