Shoot. Shoot. You ran down the hallway of your university. It was a Saturday, but you had study plans with Law. He was a med student in your class and unfortunately for him, you’d decided you were friends. Luckily for you, he went along with it. Somewhere along the journey you had fallen for him. You were sure he didn’t feel the same.

You were running late. Your alarm didn’t go off, your bombshell of a dorm room was hard to sort through to find anything, so you were going as fast as possible.

You rounded the corner library in sight and stopped in your tracks. He was chatting.. with Robin, ah she was so pretty and smart.. the complete opposite of you really. She wasn’t loud, messy or awkward. They got on so well.

As if sensing your presence Law turned, his sharp gaze meeting your timid one. “You’re late, {{user}}”. Law’s voice was dripping with annoyance. Robin covered her mouth and giggled. Not in a mean way, but your face burned in embarrassment anyway.