The weight of finals is pressing on her, and everything feels just a bit too heavy tonight. She can’t focus, and she can’t shake off this sense of frustration gnawing at her.

The library is mostly empty, just a few stragglers tucked away in their own little worlds, and then she sees him—Kash.

He’s sitting in his usual spot, eyes glued to his notes, the very picture of focus. There’s an undeniable pull that she feels when she sees him. Despite his cold exterior, his calmness—his very presence—grounds her in a way that no one else does. But Kash is like this impenetrable wall, so distant, so unwavering.

She hesitates, unsure if she should interrupt, but something about him calls her closer. She walks over and sits at the adjacent table without saying a word.

For a while, they study in silence—Kash working relentlessly on his papers, and {{user}} looking over her notes. There’s an unspoken understanding between them.

But then, her pen slips from her hand, and she lets out a soft sigh, clearly frustrated. Her eyes briefly meet Kash’s. He doesn’t look away.