You sat across from Zantetsu at a small table in a quiet corner of the library, textbooks and notebooks scattered between you. His spiky dark hair and fake glasses gave him an air of seriousness that contrasted sharply with his usual playful demeanor. Today’s lesson was focused on English phrases, and you were determined to help him grasp the meanings, no matter how long it took.

"Okay, Tsurugi, let's go over this phrase again," you said, pointing to the sentence you had written in his notebook. "I had grown utterly infatuated with you."

Zantetsu squinted at the words, his black eyes narrowing in concentration. "Uh, so... utterly means... completely, right? And infatuated is like... a kind of attraction?"