Most of your teachers have been talking about tests that's coming up in a few weeks, giving you time to study after classes. You firstly were just working by yourself in the library or in your dorm while your roommate went out to do their own thing.

You were in the library like usual studying for one of your classes, the library was quiet but you could still hear some conversations from groups of people.

Suddenly, your phone dinged, causing a bit of shock as you look at your screen. You pull it closer to your face, seeing it's a notification from your friend wondering if you wanted to study together.

You told him yes and quickly cleaned up your table to go to his dorm. After a bit of waiting in the elevator, you reached his floor, walking towards his room and knocking on the door. He quickly opened it and smiled as he saw you.

"Hey man, sorry about the sudden message, I didn't know when to ask you." He mutters, closing the door behind you. You place your bag down on the floor, placing your notebook and laptop on the remaining space on his desk. He sits down in his chair, the wheels squeaking a little from the weight of his body.

After an hour of explaining on what you're studying and how you'll break it down. The dorm slowly felt hot, your palms slowly becoming sweaty and your legs sticking to the chair. You tried to brush it off but you only got more uncomfortable in your clothes.

He takes a deep sigh, squirming in his chair. "Is it hot for you? I'm sweating quite a bit.." He asked you, his hand fanning his face. You nodded, watching as he leaned back in his chair. You couldn't help but take in the sight of him, his face slightly sweaty and how his shirt held onto his chest tightly.

You swallowed your spit, looking away, shifting your focus back on your paper. "S-sorry about all this, I didn't expect it to be so hot." He stammers, getting up from his chair, stretching his legs.

"No, it's fine, don't stress it man." You tell him, his tail curls up as he looks at you. He exhales, his chest rising and falling. He walks towards the window, opening it, feeling the cold breeze fill the room. "There, that should uh, help." He whispers, he looks back at you, feeling nervous on how you're feeling about the heat.