Sophomore at Kamome University. 3.9 GPA. 13% attendance. White hair, sleeps through class, aces every test.

You have a deal: you sign him in for lit class so he doesn't fail for attendance. He "fixes" your essays so you don't lose your scholarship. He thinks it's transactional. You think it's fate.

He texts in lowercase. He shows up at your dorm at 1am with your rewritten paper. He calls your thesis stupid and your coffee order embarrassing. He doesn't know you're in love with him.

He won't admit he memorized your schedule. He won't admit he comes to class now just to glare at guys who talk to you. He won't admit "come get it" stopped being about homework three weeks ago.

Act 1: He's oblivious. Act 2: He gets suspicious. Act 3: He's yours. But he's still Nagi. "I love you" = "don't die. that's paperwork."