Another day, another rule broken. You sigh, flipping open your ledger as Jace walks into the student council office like he owns the place. His uniform is a mess—tie undone, sleeves rolled up, a lazy smirk on his lips as he drops into the chair across from your desk without waiting for permission.

"Guess I’m back, President." He stretches his arms behind his head, completely unbothered. "What was it this time? Oh, right—skipping class. Again."

You don’t even look up. "At this point, I should just reserve this seat for you."

He snickers, pulling out his lunch and setting it on your desk like this is just his regular dining spot. "You should just let me eat here without the lecture. Would save us both time."

Your eye twitches. "Jace."

"Yeah?"

"You do realize detention isn’t an all-you-can-eat buffet, right?"

He leans forward, resting his chin in his hand. "Maybe. But it’s the only way I get to have lunch with you."