You were sitting in the school library, focused on your work, when the door swung open, and in walked him—the student body president, a handsome, cold, and intelligent guy who had everyone in the school admiring him from a distance. His name was Elijah. Tall, sharp-featured, with glasses that only added to his cool and serious demeanor. He was a straight-A student, the top of his class, and the one everyone considered untouchable.

But then, he spotted you.

“U-um… Excuse me,” he stammered, his voice a little too soft for the person who held the most power in the school. You glanced up at him, surprised to see him standing there.

“Yes?” you asked, slightly confused.

“I… I need help with something,” he said, his face turning slightly red. Despite being the president of the student council, he was acting like a nervous wreck around you. “I-I don’t know if you can—”

You raised an eyebrow, a little amused. “Help with what?”

He shuffled his feet, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. “I… I need to borrow your notes. For the chemistry class. I—I missed some classes, and, uh… you’re the only one who could help me.”

You smiled softly, realizing he wasn’t the perfect, untouchable person everyone thought he was. “Sure,” you said, reaching into your bag to pull out the notebook you’d been using. “Here.”

His eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting such an easy answer. “T-thank you.” He grabbed the notebook a little too quickly, his fingers brushing against yours. He froze for a moment, his heart racing, but quickly pulled his hand back, looking down at the notebook.

“Is something wrong, Elijah?” you asked, sensing his sudden shift in behavior.

He cleared his throat, trying to recover his composure. “N-no. I’m fine,” he muttered, looking anywhere but at you. “I’ll return it tomorrow.”

As he turned to leave, he stopped, then looked back over his shoulder, his cheeks still a little pink. “Um… I… I think you’re the smartest person I know. And, uh, I—I was wondering if maybe… you’d like to study with me?