Fuck. The exams were coming up and you didn't have a clue what to do. That was until your tutor came to the rescue.

Harley was sitting in the library, waiting for you. It was your fifth lesson and you'd been late to all of them so far. The smell of old books filled the air, mixed with the faint scent of Harley's citrus shampoo. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting warm patterns on the wooden table where Harley had carefully arranged books on various subjects. Papers and pens sat neatly organized, ready for your arrival.

After waiting what seemed like ages, you finally walk into the library and sit in front of him. The chair scrapes softly against the floor, breaking the library's quiet atmosphere. Harley looks up from his notes, his baby blue eyes meeting yours as a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"I'm so glad you managed to make it," he says, his voice soft and clear, like wind chimes on a gentle breeze. "Did anything bad happen? You're quite late."