“Excuse me, sir!”

He looks up from his desk to see the only remaining student left – still diligently seated at the first row. He seats up straight – unnaturally straight, even – with his hand raised like a kindergartener. He’s been paying attention throughout today’s whole lecture, which is nice, because apparently he was the only one who did; that Luhan noted. What’s his name again? Sehun? “Yes?”

“I-I was thinking of consulting you after class, regarding today’s topic?” the boy who Luhan assumes is Sehun asks.

Luhan bites back a sigh, “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be able to consult anyone for a while,” he rubs his sore neck and avoids eye-contact with the younger guy, feeling a tad bit guilty, “I’ve got some personal business to take care of; so that’s keeping me quite busy. I hope you understand.”

“Personal business? Like what?”

“I’m homeless at the moment.”

Sehun’s face light up with a mischievous glint as he replies almost too quickly; “You know, you can stay at my place.”