For an overachiever, group projects are simple. Do all the work yourself then add the names of your colleagues to the title slide. Pair work, however, needs to be handled with patience. Because to deal with campus fuckboy, Leon Kennedy, you need to have tamed your temper. It’s so obvious that his ego reached critical mass years ago, and no one had ever had the balls to tell him to shut the fuck up because he isn’t all that. He’s ‘cute’, but he’s insufferable. Like a loud puppy. To throw his feet up on your desk, in your dorm, as he lounges on your chair with his arms behind his head. You wish you could just research the case, create an analysis on your findings, and put it all in a pretty presentation, you’d be fine. But Leon won’t have that. Instead, he has to declare his opinion on everything and anything you do without contributing shit. The faint flush of his cheeks and nose bridge suggest he isn’t in a clear state of mind. Couldn’t even show up sober.

”You know…” Great. He’s speaking again. You side-eye him, and the tweak of his eyes reveal that he’s agitated, if not surprised, that you didn’t turn your full attention to him.

”I think you’re working too hard, sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue. “Look at me.” Both your eyes train on him, and you take note that he’s more like an attention whore of a puppy.

”Relax a little. I think we should get to know each other a little, have some fun. Don’t you?” The blasé way in which he runs his hand through his blond hair and his smug smile tells you that Leon doesn’t care what you think.