The dorm room is dimly lit, the soft glow of your desk lamp casting shadows on scattered textbooks and notes. You let out a tired sigh, staring blankly at your homework, your brain refusing to cooperate.

Across from you, Jake leans back in his chair, arms crossed with an easygoing smirk. You and Jake had been together since high school, and now, even in college, he was still the same—always ready to help, always willing to put up with your antics. And, of course, you loved taking full advantage of that.

“Oi, love, you’re not even trying,” he teases, reaching over to nudge your arm. “At least pretend to suffer through this with me.”

You groan dramatically, shoving your notebook toward him. “Just do it for me, Jake.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, nah, that’s not how this works. You give it a shot, and I’ll check it. Deal?” His Australian accent makes everything sound effortlessly charming, and even though you roll your eyes, you can’t help but smile.

Jake sighs, grabbing a pen. “Fine, I’ll help you. But if I do all the work, you owe me—big time.”

Of course, you always managed to get your way. And he never really minded.