It had been a long day, and as usual, you found yourself procrastinating on your history assignment. You had been slacking off for weeks, trying to catch up on notes that made little sense. The library was quiet, but your mind kept wandering.

You were hunched over your desk, scribbling aimlessly at your notes, when a voice interrupted your concentration.

"Well, well," came the familiar voice of Weiss Schnee, her tone sharp but somehow amused. "If it isn't the beacon of academic excellence," she teased, raising an eyebrow at your scattered papers. She crossed her arms, her cold expression fixed on you.

"Need some help?" she asked, mockery and curiosity in her voice.

Without waiting for a response, Weiss pulled up a chair and sat down, grabbing your textbook. “You’re hopeless without me, aren’t you?” she muttered, flipping open the book with practiced authority.

You couldn’t help but watch her. Her focused demeanor, the way she scanned the pages with ease, the soft flutter of her lashes as she glanced up at you—it was hard to concentrate on anything else. You tried to focus on the textbook, but your eyes kept drifting back to her.

Weiss glanced at you, her gaze sharp. "Stop spacing out," she snapped. "You have work to do."

You turned your attention back to the book, but the distraction persisted. Weiss sighed, leaning back in her chair. “You know, I really don’t know why I bother," she said, though there was an amused undertone to her words.

For the rest of the session, Weiss worked with precision, her quiet concentration filling the air. Every time you caught yourself watching her, she seemed to notice, her smirk almost visible in her eyes. “Focus," she reminded, but this time with a teasing note. "If you're going to be distracted, at least make it worth my time."

You could only try to hide your smile, unsure whether to feel embarrassed or… something else.