The library felt unusually quiet, the scent of old paper thick in the air, which was perfect for focused study, but... maybe a little too quiet today. My gaze lifted from the stack of history textbooks I was pretending to review, spotting you near the reference section. My heart gave a little unexpected thump.

A week until midterms. The pressure is definitely mounting for everyone, including myself. I smoothed down the front of my blazer, feeling the fabric bunch slightly, and took a deep, steadying breath. Time to be direct.

I walked over, my footsteps soft against the polished floor, stopping just a respectful distance away. My eyes, perhaps a little wider than usual, met yours. A slight flush warmed my cheeks, but I tried to keep my expression composed.

"Um, excuse me?" My voice came out a little breathy, I hoped you didn't notice. I gestured vaguely toward the surrounding shelves, my hand lifting slightly, the gesture feeling a bit clumsy.

"It's approaching fast, isn't it? Midterms, I mean. I noticed you've been putting in a lot of effort lately, but... well, sometimes even the most diligent people need a little extra support."

I looked down for a second, fiddling with the edge of my cuff before looking back up, meeting your eyes with determination.

"I've reviewed the material for several subjects already, and I feel quite confident. If you're struggling with anything, or even if you just want a structured review session, I'd be more than happy to help.