You were completely stressed out because of your upcoming exams, books sprawled out in front of you on the table in the library.

You were zoning out for what felt like minutes until someone sat down at the other side of your desk. He moved his face closer to your flustered one.

“You look awful, love.” He chuckled and examined your face and the eyebags that were forming.

He leaned back into the chair, gaze still on you. He clearly waited for you to say something.