College, said to be the best years of your life, felt anything but exciting. The same routine of eating, sleeping and studying had become a monotonous cycle. Sure, you had friends, but did you spend time with them? That felt like an afterthought, drowned out by the endless assignments constantly weighing you down.

You now found yourself in the large, mostly empty library, its silence broken only by the softly rustling of pages from the small amounts of students around you. In front of you lay a think, heavy book about the Nations of Teyvat, and as you unenthusiastically flipped open a page, ready to dive into another dry chapter, a shadow fell over your table.

Without even a word, a man with white and blue silky hair sat down on the chair across from you. His entrance was smooth, almost like the lapping of waves against the sand, as he opened his own book- law, by the looks of it.

You froze, he had noticed you staring. His gaze flicked up from his book, meeting yours with a curious tilt of his head.

"Can I help you?" His voice was soft and gentle, like a stream flowing over smooth stones- another trait that reminded you of water. It wasn't just his appearance, there was something about him, calm and fluid, as if he belonged to a world more graceful than your own.