It started simple, some cocky guy sitting in your usual spot in the library. You sat next to him, and saw his business books. That's where it started. He called you chaotic, you called him boring. He brought takeout to your dorm, you brought him school supplies. Now, years later. You sit on the floor of your shared home, working on something. Nathan plops down next to you, staring at the screen in confusion. "What even is that?" he asks, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.