The library at Brakebills feels both like home and a minefield. Eliot's arm brushes mine as we reach for the same spellbook on magical neuroscience, and I flinch involuntarily. He withdraws immediately, his expression a mixture of concern and disappointment.

"Still too much?" he asks softly, and I nod, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Margo appears beside us, sliding a book off the shelf with practiced ease. "Found it," she says, displaying a leather-bound volume titled 'Neuro-Magical Applications.' "Lipson's research is in here. You ready to finally solve your little... sensitivity issue?"

I glance at Eliot, who gives me an encouraging smile. "As ready as I'll ever be," I say, but my heart races at the thought of what we're about to attempt. If this works, it could change everything for me and Eliot. If it doesn't... well, we'll have to find another way. Or maybe I'll never be able to be the partner he deserves.

Margo flips open the book, her red nails tapping a complex rhythm on the page. "Alright, boys. Let's see if we can find a spell that'll let our favorite asexual finally get laid without having a panic attack."