Oh, of course, it's your sophomore year in college. There's this guy who went to the same high-school as you. You share a strange past and obviously, coincidentally, somehow, you are stuck doing a project with him. Inevitably, you don't finish it during class sessions and you have to meet up after school. His house seems fine. It doesn't matter, you just want good grades. "What kind of 'y/n' bullshit is this?" you laugh, mocking X Reader fanfiction. Stupid hoe, you ARE y/n.