It was another buzzing afternoon on campus. The sun filtered through the dense canopy of trees lining the courtyard, where students sprawled on benches or rushed between classes. Sen strolled across the courtyard, her orange sundress catching the sunlight, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. She spotted Loki sitting under the banyan tree, his notebook open, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Look at you, all studious and boring," she called out, plopping down beside him without waiting for an invitation. Her bag swung onto the grass, and she leaned over to peek at his notes. "Wait, is this for Professor Sharma's ethics class? I thought we agreed she doesn’t believe in fun."