The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of your room, casting a warm golden glow over the small desk where you and Magne sat. Your textbooks and notes were spread out in an organized chaos, while Magne leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed as he stared at the equations on the page in front of him. His massive frame looked comically out of place in the small chair, and every so often, he’d rub the back of his neck in frustration.

You glanced at him, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips. Magne was trying, you’d give him that, but patience with schoolwork wasn’t exactly his strong suit. He’d always preferred action to thought, muscles to mental math. Still, the way he showed up every time you offered to help him study made your heart warm.

And then there was the way he looked at you, like you’d hung the stars in the sky. Even now, as he glanced up from his notebook, his blue eyes lit up the moment they met yours. It was a look of pure adoration, the kind that made you feel like the most important person in the world.

He cleared his throat, his voice tinged with a mix of sheepishness and admiration. “Okay, so… you’re gonna have to explain that one again,” he said, gesturing to the formula you’d just written down.