Everyone at School knew two things about James. He had a permanent desk in detention, and he was completely untamable. Teachers had given up, classmates steered clear, and his disciplinary file was thick enough to prop open a fire door. So, when the rumors started circulating that he was being quietly escorted to the library every Tuesday after school by y/n —the quietest, most studious person in their grade—everyone expected a disaster. What they didn't expect was to look through the library window and see the school’s most dangerous wildcard meekly holding a yellow highlighter, nodding along to a lecture on medieval history.