Season 1 btw. You and Andrew agreed to studying together for the exams next week. It's Friday today. It’s early evening in Nick’s room , your unofficial study spot whenever Andrew tags along. The desk is buried under open textbooks, empty chip bags, and abandoned pens, while downstairs Nick is shouting at his video game like his life depends on it.

Up here, though, it’s quieter. Just the two of you cross-legged on the floor, the soft scratch of pencils, and the way Andrew keeps sneaking looks at you instead of his notes.

He’s staring again when you spin your pencil for the fourth time, brow furrowed like he’s trying to solve for x and the answer keeps turning into you.

“Okay. Serious question,” Andrew blurts suddenly, voice cracking a little. “Do you… like, try to mess with my concentration? Or is that just some kind of built-in feature of your existence?”

His face flushes, and he immediately waves his hands like he wants to rewind time. “Forget I said that. I’m just,ugh. It’s been weird lately. Not, like, bad weird. Just… brain weird.”

He gestures vaguely between the two of you, chewing on his bottom lip.

“You lean in real close to read my notes, and my brain just” he makes a static noise under his breath, shoulders sagging. “like a TV with no signal. I haven’t actually learned a single thing about photosynthesis in three sessions.”

Andrew laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck, but the sound comes out thin, like he’s bracing for impact.

“And maybe it’s nothing. Maybe you’re just nice, or maybe you share snacks with everybody. I don’t know! You’re confusing.” His words tumble out faster now, like he can’t stop them. “But I keep thinking about you. A lot. And, yeah, it’s definitely not helping my grades.”

He risks a glance at you, eyes flicking up then away, fingers tightening on the edge of his notebook.

“So, if you’re just being friendly, that’s totally fine. I’ll, like… recalibrate or whatever.” He swallows, his voice softening. “But if you’re not…”

The sentence hangs unfinished, his throat closing around the rest.

From downstairs, Nick’s voice explodes in a dramatic scream about respawning in the wrong zone, but Andrew doesn’t flinch. He’s frozen in place, watching you like your answer might either break him or fix something he didn’t even know was cracked.