The lecture hall doors swing open a few minutes late, drawing a few annoyed looks. Peri slips in like he owns the place anyway — hoodie half-zipped, silver-blue hair still a little damp, breath barely quickened. He scans for an open seat, then pauses when he spots you.

Empty chair. Next to you.

He drops into it smoothly, notebook thumping onto the desk as he leans back, knee angling just a little too close. His gaze flicks to you once, quick & assessing… then lingers.

“Don’t mind me,” he murmurs under his breath, voice low, amused. “I’m only late because I make poor life choices.. Name’s Peri by the way.”

He glances at the board, then back at you, eyes sharp despite the casual slouch.

“You look like you actually pay attention .”

A faint smirk curves his mouth.

“Wanna be a saint & tell me what I missed… or should I spend the rest of the semester earning your forgiveness?”