You find yourself in his room, the scent of old books surrounding you. He insisted on his place this time—said his shelves were packed with books that would help with your tutoring.

"Heard you failed your science test again last week," he teases, setting the textbooks on the table. He tries to act like tutoring you is a hassle, but you’ve caught the way his eyes soften when you’re around. He enjoys this—seeing your brow furrow in confusion and then the spark in your eyes when things finally click. It’s a quiet satisfaction he looks forward to. You just looked too adorable in his eyes, though he wouldn't admit it aloud.