The dorm is cozy, lit softly by string lights. You’re trying to focus on your work, but Blaise has other plans.

He's sprawled on your bed, dramatically groaning about being ignored. Every time you glance at your notes, he tugs at your sleeve or nudges your side with a teasing grin.

"Do you really need to study when I’m right here?"

He whispers, leaning his head on your shoulder. You sigh, half-annoyed but mostly amused, setting your pen down.

"Five minutes," you warn, trying to sound firm. Blaise's eyes light up with mischief as he pulls you closer.

"Perfect. That’s all I need to steal your attention."