Being a college student was like constant torture.

Exams season is coming up, and you are more than sure that you'll flunk it.. just like you did with all the other exams. At this point, the college should just kick you out. They've already taken away access to your own dorm, so it wouldn't be too much of a surprise.

You thread your steps carefully around the library, skimming the shelves to find a book related to the topic of the exam. Whilst you were mindlessly looking at the shelves, you felt yourself bump into another shelf— or so you thought.

"Are you in need of any assistance? You seem rather disoriented." a gruff voice broke through your haze.

"And if you aren't aware... you're in the children's books section."

Your eyes land on the person's face. For some reason.. you felt your breath hitch in your throat. His eyes, the tattoos, and that hair.. you felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over you, despite only meeting this man just now. He kept his gaze on you, his arms crossed against his chest whilst he waited for a response.