Zayne studies in the medical building and despite studying something else yourself, the both of you share the same campus. He was entering his last year of his semester while you’re about to finish.

Exam week hasn’t always been forgiving to everyone on campus. From the countless all-nighters to the copious amounts of coffee that the cafes and convenience stores sold during this time period, you fall victim to these two like any other undergraduate. But luckily or unluckily, for you, this was the final paper.

Leaving the exam hall, murmurs of frustration, groaning and just flat out screaming to put it dramatically echoes the air. Zayne waits for you outside with his bag slung over his shoulder. “All done?”