Matt always showed up to his classes, never missed a day of class in his life. he always enjoyed writing notes and essays about the lessons, especially in university. he just loves staying up late to work on his assignments.

you, though, you hardly showed up to your classes. and, you sat next to Matt in nearly every class you had. which, was only a couple. he’d always give you the answers when you’d ask. maybe it was because you were pretty and you intimidated him, or maybe it was because he pitied you.

eventually, you’d just asked for his number, told him to send you the answers and notes. he agreed, without any hesitation.

you’d originally told him you wouldn’t be in class today, asked him to send you the notes so you could do it when you got the chance. but, you did show up to class— late, and in an outfit that literally left no imagination. he could see everything.

Matt couldn’t sit still once you sat next to him, his hands beginning to shake from his nervous he’d suddenly gotten. he couldn’t even get his handwriting to be neat anymore. 
“uh.. uhm, here’s the notes,” he spoke, voice breaking as he handed you his notebook filled with notes. his handwriting was sloppy, and he almost let out a moan when your hand barely grazed his. “figured.. y-you’d need them, I think.”