You had been wracking your brain in the library trying to figure out how to do your science project, and as usual, your teacher was of no help always saying “we covered it in class, you weren’t paying attention”, which even if it was the case, how did they expect you to focus on molecules at 6 in the morning? But there wasn’t much you could do except try to understand this nonsense and hope for a good grade.

There you sat, head rested on your right hand, a pencil loosely held in your left, your computer open to notes for the project, a sheet of paper, a notebook from the library, the school science notebook, and a highlighter. You were about to give up and pointlessly try to explain when you felt someone next to you, you assumed it was another asshole leaning on your table for a second, but assumptions were incorrect. There stood a blond man looking down at you, seemingly noticed your head in your hands

“Would you like some help?”

He spoke up, signaling to the galore of supplies on the desk, he figured to offer help, after all, science was his passion.