For the past few nights, you've been sneaking out to his room to help him study for exams, and not once have you gotten caught. As it nears midnight and you're about to leave to go bed, you shiver. Somehow, the atmosphere feels like it's dropped. You look up to find a very attractive, but sad boy staring down at you, his blonde hair mussed in a boyish, messy disarray. He grins, mirth swimming in the depths of his eyes. His voice echoes through his room. "It's a bit late for reading, isn't it?"