୨⎯"There is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for." — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers⎯୧

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(y/n) POV:

"And I expect your final draft to be completed in two weeks. You have from now until then to get started." The professor clapped her hands together to signal the end of the lecture.

The room buzzed with chatter as the rest of the students stood from their seats and filtered out of the room. All except for me.

Without packing up my materials, I made my way to the front of the classroom where the professor was organizing her lesson plan for the next class.

"Ms. Kryze? I have a question." I asked politely.

She looked up at me from her stack of papers and smiled warmly, tucking a strand of her platinum blonde hair behind her ear. "(y/n), I've told you before that formalities are unnecessary. You can just call me Satine."

I nodded in understanding, and reminded myself that this was what some professors did in college as opposed to high school, "Okay. Uh, Satine, I was wondering how many points this paper is worth?"

Her sweet smile remained, but she fixed me with a keen gaze for a few seconds in consideration of my question. I currently wasn't doing to well in this class, and the last paper we wrote made my grade drop like a fly. And I assume she knows that that's why I'm asking about the points, since we had a discussion about what I can do to raise my grade not too long ago.

She suggested an extra credit assignment, which I instantly agreed to in hopes of it helping my grade, but that didn't really happen seeing as the assignment wasn't weighted as heavily compared to papers and tests. My grade remained too far from where I wanted it to be.

As if she read my mind, she responded, "(y/n), if you're still concerned for your grade, have you considered getting one of the tutors at the university? There are some currently on campus who offer tutoring for this exact class, and may even have had the major you are studying for."

I tried to not make the disappointment I felt visible in my expression. I didn't want tutoring; I just wanted to know how many points this paper is worth so that I can at least calculate what grade I need to get on it for my overall grade to raise.

But don't get me wrong, I have nothing against tutoring in general. But the last time I brought it up in consideration, my boyfriend, Clovis, instantly shot it down by telling me, 'Tutoring is a scam! They'll just take your money.' And on top of that, he's already skeptical of the idea of me attending college where he can't 'keep me safe from predators', as he says. So the same goes for tutors; he says he thinks that they're all just old perverts who will take advantage of me, but I know he just doesn't like the idea of me being around other men if he's not there to monitor. And that's something I really don't want to deal with.

Now I know what you may be thinking; why am I still with him if he's this toxic and controlling? Well, dealing with this situation isn't as easy as people may assume. The main issue is that I'm currently living with Clovis. And not only that, but it's his house that his rich parents gave to him. Like a lovesick fool, I moved in with him almost instantly back when our relationship was actually good. He used to be kind, patient, and supportive of everything I did. But ever since we started living together, he's become manipulative and controlling. It's all gone downhill, and the sweet man I once knew is nothing but a dismal memory.

My parents helped pay for my college tuition, but because of some recent complicated matters, they aren't currently supporting my other financial needs, so I'm as good as broke. Clovis has been paying for everything else like car expenses, groceries, insurance, rent, clothing, etcetera. So if I left him, I would be homeless. I could probably easily find a job for something as simple as retail, but I want to focus on getting through school first, and making it my top priority.

Literature and writing have always fascinated me, and from a young age I was already writing poems and haikus. When I was old enough to move on from picture books and read actual novels and chapter books, it was like magic.

I was astonished at the idea of being able to read and write about stories and realities different from the one I was living in. The aspects of fantasy versus realistic, good versus evil, love versus hate, and wisdom versus intelligence, all but left me in complete awe. So much so that I could hardly put down a good book most of the time.

I knew from the start that when I grew up, I wanted to do something involving books and writing, which is why I chose a literature major as soon as I got accepted into this university.

But that brings me to where I am now; in a general education English class that all literature majors are required to take.

I assumed it would be as fun and manageable as all the other English classes I've taken in high school and at community college. But the class that I'm currently in is considered to be one of the first major stepping stones towards becoming a writer, and so far I'm completely falling behind and not doing nearly as well as I thought I would. It's still early on in the semester, and right now my overall grade is on the verge of failing territory.

So I either need to do something about that, and fast, or I may need to reconsider my career options if being a writer is going to be this, if not more difficult.

So, I'm in quite a difficult dilemma.

I brought a hand up to scratch the side of my neck uncomfortably, "Uh...I don't think I can afford tutoring." I offered as an excuse, which was technically true.

Satine smiled warmly again and shook her head, "You won't have to pay for a tutor, (y/n). It is completely free for the students." She chirped.

"Really?" I rose an eyebrow in surprise. "How do they get paid, then?"

If I was a tutor, I'd want to be making all the money I can get.

"The university pays them. But of course, they only cover a few hours of tutoring sessions. Any extra time not included with the university payment has to be provided by the student." She said as she continued organizing papers, and stacking them according to color. "And if you're wondering how the university benefits from it; they maintain a good reputation because free tutoring isn't something most other colleges in this area offer. But you didn't hear that from me." She winked playfully as she sat back down in her chair and opened her laptop.

I chuckled awkwardly and nodded, trying to think of another way to get out of the subject of tutoring.

She noticed my discomfort and drew her attention away from the laptop, towards me instead. "(y/n), you don't have to get a tutor if that is not what you want. It is merely a suggestion that I highly recommend. And if anything, you could visit the tutoring hall to see what the environment is like and decide if that's something you want to be apart of." She spoke earnestly, and kindly.

"I'll think about it." I responded half-heartedly, and quickly thanked her before leaving the empty classroom, which would be full of students again very soon.

I sighed as I walked out into the crisp autumn air, feeling just as defeated as I did before that conversation. And the worst part is, tutoring does seem like the best option to help improve my grade, but if I did that, I'd be too afraid and exhausted to deal with Clovis' reaction.

My thoughts and worries swarmed like a hurricane in my mind, but the sound of the dry foliage crunching beneath my shoes brought me some peace, reminding me of the beauty of nature. I'm a very outdoorsy person; especially when it comes to reading or doing work.

If I can find a nice, quiet place outside to concentrate, then I can easily focus while also being relaxed. The pure sounds of the breeze blowing, leaves rustling, birds singing, trickling of water; those sounds alone are what usually help me maintain a serene mindset. 

Maybe I'll stay on campus for a bit longer today, rather than head straight home like I normally would.

I veered away from my usual walking route off of campus, and instead ambled over to the student union, which is a large building consisting of mini restaurants, cafés, student stores, computer labs, and quiet study spaces on the second floor. I walked up the speckled marble stairs with the hope that some quiet time away from home would help me to refocus, and hopefully get a good start on my paper.

I sat down at a table in the corner on a blue cushioned chair, and plugged my computer charger into an outlet which was conveniently located next to the table. I then proceeded to take my laptop out of my bag, and set it up in front of me on the table. With my chin resting in one of my hands, and the other hand drumming my fingers against the smooth wooden surface, I stared blankly at the assignment displayed on my screen.

It read:

To what extent does the text Sir Gawain and The Green Knight uphold the Code of Chivalry and why?

The paper must also include an introduction paragraph, a thesis statement, two body paragraphs, two topic sentences, four pieces of evidence, one counter argument, and one conclusion.

Now normally, this would be a walk in the park to achieve. But along with the fact that this book was written hundreds of years ago—making it difficult to read and write about—the style of grading isn't the same as what I'm used to. Precise and explicit detail is key in college writing, but it's also crucial to ensure I don't ramble about irrelevant concepts. And I've been having trouble finding a middle ground between the two.

But I at least have to try.

I considered the essay prompt for a few good moments, attempting to tie the Code of Chivalry in the Middle Ages with the text itself, and hopefully find any connections that I can use for the evidence portion of my paper. I started by skimming through the first few chapters, which were particularly boring, but I still didn't find anything worth mentioning.

"Cutting someone's head off doesn't sound very chivalrous...." I mumbled to myself, rereading a specific chapter in the beginning of the story where that happened.

"Whose head got cut off?" A voice asked from behind me, making me just now realize someone standing behind me and looking over my shoulder.

I jumped in surprise in my seat, and brought a hand to my chest to calm my racing heart, "Good Lord, Destiny. You scared the living daylight out of me. Can't you announce your presence like a normal person?" I half-heartedly scolded my best friend, who laughed at my comment and sat down in the chair across from me at the other side of the small table.

I did my best to give her a disapproving look but ended up smiling anyways. I shook my head and closed my laptop, "One of these days in the near future, I'm going to die and it'll be because you gave me a heart attack." I teased.

She grinned and set down a Starbucks cup filled with iced water, "Ah, you know you love me." Then she proceeded to tear off the top part of the wrapper on her plastic straw, and blew through the straw to shoot the rest of the wrapper straight at me.

I laughed and threw it back at her, though it didn't go very far and just landed downwards on the table.

For most of our lives, Destiny and I have been the best of friends. She's the one friend I can count on to make me laugh and lift my spirits when I need it most. And somehow, she always knows the right thing to say or do in all kinds of situations. I assume it has to do with her love for psychology, which is her current major at this university. Though Coruscant University isn't an Ivy League school like Princeton or Yale, we were both ecstatic to have gotten accepted to the same university. That doesn't happen to a lot of people these days.

And though we don't have any of the same classes, I see her often outside of school since we're both commuting and live relatively close to each other.

After we both calmed down from laughing, Destiny took a long sip of her water, before tucking a strand of her almond brown hair behind her ear. "I didn't think you'd still be on campus. Usually you go straight home to, what's his name again?" She feigned confusion and pretended to think deeply. "Is it....Clover? Chloe? Cleopatra?"

I tilted my head in disapproval at her abundant and evident distaste for my boyfriend, even if it was rightly justified. Out of all of my friends, she's never liked Clovis. And much to my surprise, she's the only one who's begun to notice red flags in our relationship, even though I never thought they were very obvious. But I plan to keep it that way, they're my problems, so I should be the one to deal with them. That and, if other people try to get involved, it will only make Clovis angrier, and I know he'll take it out on me like he always does.

Then Destiny shook her head, "Wait, no. Not Cleopatra. She doesn't deserve to be compared to a short-tempered rodent."

I rolled my eyes halfheartedly, "He's not that bad. I promise." I tried defending him so she would drop the subject. While I'm at school is really the only time I don't have to think about Clovis, and I don't want her or anyone else to worry about it.

She took another sip of her drink and gave me a look that clearly said 'I don't believe you', but thankfully didn't press it further. "Anyways, what are you working on?" She leaned over the table to get a look at my laptop, which I just opened up again.

I sighed, "Writing a paper that I already know I'm going to fail."

I try not to be so pessimistic usually, but I really don't see any way for me to receive a passing grade on this paper, or in the class in general.

She rolled her eyes at my comment, "Well, with an attitude like that you will. If you're struggling in English so much, why don't you go to the tutoring center?"

I held back a groan. I was getting tired of the tutoring suggestions. "I can't." I sighed.

"Why not?" She pressed, with knitted brows.

I didn't want to tell her the real reason why, but I didn't want to lie to her either. Either way, there doesn't seem to be any good answer I can give.

But thankfully, before I could respond, she started coughing and her expression turned into one of disgust. The smell of a fresh cigarette soon reached my nostrils and I started coughing as well. "Wow, who would smoke inside?" I muttered, looking around for the culprit.

I wasn't a particularly big fan of people who smoked outside, but inside and in the student union? That's asking for a referral.

Destiny doesn't appreciate smokers either, so I wasn't surprised to hear her huff in annoyance when both of our eyes landed on a young man who we didn't recognize, but looked like a student. He had wavy blonde hair and wore a white shirt and blue jeans, and was leaning against the wall perpendicular to our table. With a bored posture, and foggy blue eyes, he removed a cigarette between his lips with two fingers and breathed out a puff of smoke.

"Hey, you." Destiny called to him to get his attention.

With the same mundane expression and stature, he turned his attention towards her and rose an eyebrow, not verbally responding.

"Can you not smoke in here, please?" She asked, attempting to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

"Why should I listen to you?" He asked, more curiously rather than rudely.

"Because I said so." She retorted, making a gesture to shoo him off. "Go ruin your lungs somewhere else."

He scoffed, and pushed himself off of the wall with a smirk, "Sorry, Princess."

Stifling a laugh, I almost choked on the sip I took from my own bottle of water. I usually get uncomfortable with any sort of confrontations, but this was admittedly becoming entertaining. Destiny shot me a short glare before turning her attention back to the man who had actually moved closer to us, and leaned against her chair next to her. "Is that better?" He asked with an innocent smile after breathing out another puff of smoke.

Her jaw dropped in both shock and anger, and for a moment I thought the vein protruding in her forehead was going to implode. But instead, I was stunned as I watched the next string of events play out. In a flash she grabbed her cup of iced water and stood up, pouring the freezing contents all over his head. "Now it is." She smiled triumphantly and sat back down, watching him in amusement as he stood completely stupefied.

His cigarette was instantly quenched by the cool water. His hair was all but drenched, and he glanced down at the floor where the rest of the ice lay, slowly melting. He then lifted his eyes and looked down at her through his dampened bangs. I thought he would be pissed, but I was once again surprised when I saw him slowly smile, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Not bad."

"You deserved that, Anakin." A British accented voice scolded the man who's name is apparently Anakin. I turned around to see another man walking in the direction of our table. He had slightly tousled honey brown hair, cyan hooded eyes, and a very friendly aura. "And she's right, mate. You can't keep doing that unless you want to give yourself and everyone else in here lung cancer."

Anakin chuckled, "Alright, alright." He removed himself from where he stood and began walking towards the trash can to throw out his dead cigarette, while leaving a trail of drops of water with each step.

I turned in my seat towards the British guy who was shaking his head in amusement. "Does this happen often?" I asked with a short laugh.

He sighed, "Unfortunately yes. He can't seem to go one day without looking for trouble. And on his behalf, I apologize." He said while pointedly watching Anakin return from the trash can.

He scoffed, "I can apologize for myself, Piett." He walked over to stand next to the guy named Piett and looked between Destiny and I earnestly, "My sincerest apologies. Let's start over; my name is Anakin Skywalker, at your service." He bowed playfully. "And you two are?"

I couldn't tell if he was truly being serious or not, but either way I'm just happy that he actually put out the cigarette; I thought I was going to throw up.

"(y/n)." I nodded with a small smile.

He nodded and cast his gaze towards Destiny, "And you, Princess?" He asked with a teasing smile.

"Piss off." She snapped, scowling at him.

I rolled my eyes at their bantering and answered for her instead, "Her name is Destiny."

Piett's eyes widened, "Destiny as in, Destiny Aldaine?" He questioned.

"Yeah?" She nodded slowly, probably confused as to how he knew her surname.

He smiled and began scratching his neck, almost like he was nervous. "Would you happen to be the sister of Nova Aldaine?" He asked, a pink tint appearing on his soft cheekbones.

She rose an eyebrow at his sudden attitude change and nodded slowly, "Yeah I am. How do you know her?"

He chuckled and shrugged casually, "She's in my astronomy class. Do you, uh, do you know if she's going to the tutoring hall today?"

Destiny smiled at his question and turned her attention back towards me, "See, (y/n)? He's going to the tutoring hall. You should join him, that way you won't have to go alone." She suggested, before turning back to Piett, "And no, unfortunately I don't know if my sister is going." She sighed.

A look of disappointment flashed across his features before he quickly replaced it with a smile, brushing it off and nodding. "Oh. Okay, thanks anyways. Well, it would be nice to see someone familiar there if you decide to go." He gave me a small smile before saying a quick goodbye to use both, and pulling Anakin along with him to wherever their original destination was.

"Well," I began laughing when they were gone, "That's definitely not what I expected to happen when I first came up here. But I'm not complaining, I needed a good laugh." I smirked.

Destiny frowned. "That Anakin guy is such a dick. He had the audacity to pretend to be benevolent after deliberately smoking right next to us. That apology was probably just an act because his friend made him do it." She huffed.

I rose my eyebrows suggestively, "I don't know about that, to me it seems like he's pretty into you." I shrugged, not even trying to conceal a smile. I've heard often that when men tease women like that, it can usually mean that they're attracted to them.

She rolled her eyes, "Unlikely. Some men are simply just assholes." She shrugged, drumming her fingers on her now empty Starbucks cup.

"But his friend—Piett, or whatever his name is— definitely has a crush on Nova. As do most men." She chuckled drily.

Ah, Nova Aldaine. She's Destiny's twin sister, and my other best friend who also attends Coruscant University. Her real name is Nancy, but her love for astronomy and stars is what gave her the space-themed nickname, which everyone quickly caught onto over the years. So now it's primarily what she goes by.

If I had to describe her, I'd say she's definitely a....character. I don't mean that in a bad way, just that she can be rambunctious at times. But she is a very sweet girl, as she's always been.

After checking the time I sighed and began packing up my computer, thinking back to my tutoring dilemma. "If I still say no to tutoring, are you just going to drag me to it anyways?" I asked Destiny and rose an eyebrow humorously.

"Yes." She nodded seriously in an overdramatic way, making me laugh. "My mission of the day is to get you there one way or another, even if I have to throw you into a tiny carry-on bag."

I rolled my eyes while smiling as I stood up out of my seat, preparing to head home for a bit. The tutoring hall doesn't start until about three o'clock, and right now it's only half past eleven.

Clovis probably expected me to be home about an hour ago when my class ended, so I need to get home before he undoubtedly throws a fit. I'll also have to think of an excuse as to where I'll be later in the afternoon, which will be the most difficult task today.

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"Where were you?" My boyfriend questioned the second I set foot into our living room, where he was sitting on the couch and eyeing me suspiciously.

His jaw was square and firm; clenched. His blue eyes that used to be so mesmerizing now resembled that of cold ice. His russet brown hair was more tousled than usual, making me believe he ran his fingers through it, as he usually does when he's stressed. And even though he was sitting down, leaning forward with his elbows rested on each knee, he still carried an intimidating aura.

I picked at the sleeve of my shirt, pulling it down further. "I was at school." I tried to not make my voice sound too annoyed, even though I was irritated that he knew where I was and still decided to question me. "I had to stay behind for a bit to get help with my essay."

That was technically true. I did stay behind, and got multiple recommendations to try tutoring. I don't know if I'll actually do it, though. I'm mainly just going to see what the vibe is like and ensure that Destiny doesn't get too worried about me. But like I mentioned earlier, the more time I spend away from Clovis, the more skeptical and controlling he becomes. I'm fortunate that he hasn't tried to stop me from going to school.

Clovis slowly stood up from the couch, "You didn't tell me you would be staying behind." He spoke in an accusing tone. "You lied to me, (y/n). You know how I feel about liars."

I felt my heartbeat race in fear as he got closer to me. I sighed, "Babe, it was a last minute thing that I really couldn't skip. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I'm here now, aren't I?" I gently wrapped my arms around his neck and spoke in a soft, placating tone, hoping it would calm him down. And to my relief, it worked.

He sighed through his nose and his expression softened. He brought his hands to my hips, making me flinch as I always do when he touches me. Thankfully he didn't notice.

"You know I care about you, right?" He mumbled while rubbing circles against my hips with his thumbs. "That's why I want to always know where you are, to be sure that you're safe."

I nodded, but kept my gaze downwards. Clovis always does this; he gets angry at me for practically any minuscule thing he can think of and then uses the excuse of, 'It's because I care about you.'

I swallowed thickly and looked up to meet his gaze, "I'm hanging out with Nova this afternoon at the university. We should be done in the evening."

Technically that also isn't a lie. Piett asked if Nova would be there, and to me that gives the implication that her being there is a possibility.

"What are you guys going to do?" He asked curiously, as I knew he would.

I shrugged coolly, "Study. She's done very well in her literature classes so I thought I'd ask for some help."

He nodded and tightened his grip on my hips, "Okay. But be back before it gets dark. I don't want you out there all alone as an easy target for all of the predators who come out at night." He rose his eyebrows in a serious manner and he lowered his voice. "I've been lenient with you about this for a while now, but I won't be anymore if you come home late again. Got it?"

Half annoyed, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. And half frightened, I composed myself so as to not quail in fear. Instead I just nodded and threw on a fake smile, "Of course. I'll be back before it gets dark."

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"Wow." I looked around the student union in awe, genuinely surprised at how many people came for tutoring hall. At each table, a different tutor was seated. And different sections of every room marked the various subjects that students could be helped with. As someone who appreciates learning and exploring all sorts of subjects, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't find this impressive.

The only thing that put a slight damper on the lively and captivating atmosphere was the amount of tutors I saw who looked like they were well past retirement age.

"Marvelous, isn't it?" Piett joked at my initial reaction, nudging me in the arm.

Luckily, I was able to spot him just as the tutoring hall was beginning to fill up, so we decided to walk in together. It really is less nerve-wracking to try this with someone I know, rather than standing awkwardly and lost in a corner.

I scoffed and shook my head, "It is, actually. I've never seen this many people keen on learning, or at least on keeping their grades up."

He chuckled, "Well, I'll give you that." He scanned the room for a moment before turning to look at me, "I think I'll go check out the astronomy tables. Just holler if you need me, and tell me if you see Nova." He smiled before sauntering over to the other side of the room.

I watched as he disappeared into the horde of people, and suddenly felt self-conscious that I was now alone again. I moved my feet from where they were rooted to the spot, and decided to have a look around. I did see some younger tutors as I trudged through the huddled groups, but none of them looked like they were even a little close to my age. I assumed they would be a lot younger, since that's how it was in high school and at my community college.

But the main source of my disappointment was that every section of all the rooms seemed to be completely filled up, with only two or three tutors working with about fifteen students in total. The thought of it made me claustrophobic; I didn't want to be thrown in with a bunch of other people, only to not a turn with the tutor. If I do end up trying this—which I probably won't—then I would want it to be more one-on-one based. It's always easier for me to focus that way as well.

After finally making it through that crowd, which was mainly in the cafeteria, I ventured further through the student union to find the literature tables. I'm grateful that they weren't back there; that would have been an instant 'no' for me. The bright fluorescent lights of the hallway gave me a good view of what was going on in each of the smaller rooms I walked past, and so far still none of them were the one I was looking for.

By now I was beginning to wonder if I should just give up. I was approaching the end of the hallway, and each room had one or two tutors and little to no people. Maybe the university doesn't have enough room to give every single major a tutoring hall.

When I reached the very end of the hallway—and the outskirts of the ground floor—I peered into one of the rooms with it's door left wide open, and all the lights on. No one was inside, not even a tutor. It was completely empty of any people. I furrowed my brows in confusion, wondering who left all the lights on and the door open, only to not actually be in the room.

But then my eyes widened in surprise when they locked on a large table in the center of the room, with a white, fancy little placement card that had the word 'Literature Majors' carefully printed onto it.

I almost laughed. The very last room I check is the one I've been trying to find.

I stepped inside cautiously, wondering if I was even allowed to be in here while a tutor wasn't present. The next thing I noticed as I walked in was the sweet, riveting smell of fresh lavender. And something else I couldn't quite place, but if I had to guess, I would say red apple mixed with cinnamon.

The scents were very comforting, I realized as I began to relax my muscles, which were stiff for the entire day, especially when I got home. But thankfully, Clovis didn't seem to put up a fight when I left not too long ago. For once he's in one of his 'better' moods. I don't know how long it will last, though.

I chuckled silently when I noticed an assemblage of books and writing materials stacked neatly beside each other and all organized either by color or alphabet. Whoever this tutor is, is very meticulous.

I felt weird just standing around in here and staring at everything. I should go wait outside instead. If the tutor doesn't arrive within two minutes, then I'll just go. Every other station has one, so this station should have one too. There isn't any point in waiting around otherwise.

I quickly turned around, but was met with a whirlwind of havoc the second I did so. I crashed straight into a tall, broad figure, causing both of us to exclaim in surprise. I noticed that it was a man who I had bumped into, but I barely had time to look at him as I took a step backwards and frantically apologized, only to trip over a box of supplies that was behind me and fall backwards.

I let out an abrupt cry of terror, assuming the worst, that maybe I was about to hit the back of my head against the table and crack my skull open. I was falling too quickly to be able to save myself.

But I didn't need to, because someone else saved me instead. The man I bumped into reached forward and gripped my wrist to stop me from falling down, and wrapped his other arm tightly around my waist so that I wouldn't fall backwards. I exhaled shakily from the rush to my head, my eyes wide as I finally looked up at him for the first time.

His hair was an ashy, auburn blonde color. Some of it was pushed back, and other loose strands were left hanging just above his eye. Around his chin and below his nose was a faint stubble beard. His features made him look young but mature, making me think he was in his late twenties. I became lost in his eyes for a moment as I studied them; they were like cobalt fire, but also as coruscating and deep as the sea, and I felt like I was being pulled in further and further.

Despite our uncomfortable dance-like position and the awkward angle, I felt a rush of butterflies when he not only smiled, but spoke.

"Well, hello there." He grinned, displaying a beautiful smile. "If you wanted to dance, all you had to do was ask." He teased, laughing genially as he slowly guided me to stand upright.

His voice almost made me weak in the knees. It was an enthralling melody to my ears. He has a Scottish accent, a beautiful one at that. I have no shame in saying that I've always been such a sucker for men with accents.

"Are you alright, lass?" He asked in a concerned tone when I remained silent, still staring at him like an idiot. Our contact also remained even though we were both standing normally. One of his hands still held my own, and the other wrapped around my waist, his fingers giving me a ticklish feeling just below my ribcage.

I didn't know what was wrong with me, or how this man I don't even know has such an immense effect on me, but I couldn't stop my cheeks from flushing as I nodded in response to his question.

"Yeah, I erm—yeah totally." I brushed myself off, trying to play it as cool as possible. But now I feel so embarrassed; he probably thinks I'm a creep for standing around in the room by myself and staring at him like that.

"I'm sorry again for running into you." I chuckled with a shy grin. "But thank you for coming to my rescue just then. That could've been a big disaster."

He laughed again and shook his head as he ambled over to the large table in the center of the room, "That's quite alright, my darling. I'm only happy that you're not hurt."

I like him already. Only a few words have been said, but he's definitely the sweetest person I've talked to in a while. His energy is so radiant and warm, so mesmeric.

"So, are you also a student?" I asked curiously as I watched him reach into another box to pull out a notebook before setting it down on the table.

He smiled amusedly, "Well, I'm glad to know that someone still thinks I look that young." He chuckled and I watched in awe as he took off a black leather jacket he was previously wearing, only to reveal a grey long sleeved shirt which enhanced every muscle in his build.

He then reached down to pull up the whole box of supplies and set it at the other end of the table. "But to answer your question; I am actually one of the tutors for this major."

My eyes became wide with shock, and it all started to click into my brain as the realization settled in.

He chuckled at my stunned expression and reached out over the table to hold his hand out, "Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I will be the English and literature tutor this fall semester."

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(a/n): I finally published this chapter!!🥳🥳 It took me forever and honestly I'm still a little insecure about it because it's the first chapter, and I want it to be perfect, you know?

And I promise more Obi-Wan content in the next chapter which I'm very excited for! I just wanted to introduce most of the side characters in this chapter and provide some background. I just hope it wasn't boring ahhh😩 Also, at the beginning of each chapter I'll be putting a book quote that I feel is relevant to the chapter💕

Let me know your thoughts!