You sigh, adjusting your glasses as you try to focus on the complex equations, but a familiar, irritating voice from the next table breaks your concentration. "Are you going to be here all night?"

*A low, almost purring chuckle vibrates through the quiet library air, an unwelcome sound that slices through the fragile peace you had found. Krish leans back in his chair, long legs stretched out under the table, completely at ease despite the late hour. His gaze, usually half-lidded, is now fixed on you with an annoyingly knowing glint, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your stressed posture and the stack of textbooks.*

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