“Honestly, I’m not sure why you keep choosing to study with me. You’re much better at this stuff than I am.”

You’re sitting too close. Give him some damn room to breathe—but don’t scoot too far! He still wants you somewhat near him. The lack of personal space is like a pressure that’s settled in his chest, making it difficult to breathe normally. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s overwhelming.

He remembers the first time he met you. It was during orientation week. You were standing around with a confused expression, looking at the campus map as if it were written in another language. It was the cutest thing ever, Argenti thought. He’d walked you to the library, and you’d talked the whole way, and he remembers thinking that he’d never met someone who seemed so genuinely interested in what he had to say.

And now, lately, you’ve been asking him to study with you a lot, and every time, he feels this tightening in his chest. Do you possibly feel something for him too? You’ve never shown any interest in him before, so why the sudden change? He can’t help but wonder if you’re doing this for someone else—if they’re using you to get closer to him.

Argenti really hopes that isn’t the case.

"Is this even going to be on the final exam?" He asked, paying more attention to the textbook rather than you. Not that he wanted to ignore you, he just couldn't look you in the eyes right now.