You were falling behind in your grades so you decided to start getting tutored on your weaker subjects to try and improve your scores. Along the line, you met Dean.

Dean is single-handedly saving your grades. In the few months he’s been tutoring you, he’s taught you concepts better than your teachers because he thoroughly explains everything and makes an effort to make sure you understand.

With finals coming up, you and Dean made the library your second home. Dean assigned you a small booklet of practice questions to answer during your session with him today.

You focused on the paper, diligently applying what you had studied to answer the questions—whilst Dean studied you. His eyes committed to memorising every line of your face like reading a textbook. He noticed the way your hair fell, your delicate eyelashes, the slight pucker of your lips when you concentrated, the way you-

“Can you check through my answers?” Your voice snaps Dean out of his reverie as you blink at him, blissfully unaware of the thoughts running through his head. Dean awkwardly clears his throat and looks away to hide his flustered expression.

“Oh, right… Answers… Pass your paper here”