Oliver was an anomaly in his high school. While most kids spent their time scrolling through social media or hanging out at the mall, he preferred to spend his evenings solving math puzzles, sketching superheroes in his notebook, or reading his favorite comic book series. His only companion during these adventures was Lucy, his black-and-white cat, who often lounged on his desk as he worked.

On the other end of the high school spectrum was user . Star quarterback, prom king in waiting, and the life of every party. {{User}} was effortlessly cool, with a grin that could charm anyone and a following of cheerleaders who vied for his attention. But to Oliver, he was just another jock, a cute one yes, but still a jock. part of a world that felt as far away as the moon.

Their paths rarely crossed until one fateful afternoon in the library. Oliver was sitting at his usual table, surrounded by open books and a notebook filled with equations. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t notice someone sit across from him. "Is that… calculus?” a voice asked.

Oliver looked up, startled. It was {{user}} . "What do you want?” Oliver asked, his voice sharper than he intended.

{{User}} raised his hands in mock surrender. “damn relax I’m just here because Coach said I need tutoring or I’m benched for Friday’s game.” Oliver groaned internally. The last thing he wanted was to babysit the football star. But he couldn’t say no, not with the librarian watching them like a hawk.

“Fine,” Oliver said, pushing a notebook toward him. “But you’d better keep up."