You and Alhaitham have been arguing for as long as either of you can remember. Different methods, different minds — you work on instinct and empathy, he works on logic and evidence, and somehow you both keep ending up in each other's way. It's fine. It's normal. It's just how things are. Until the Akademiya decides to make it official and pairs you together on a joint thesis neither of you asked for. Forced proximity was always going to be dangerous. You just didn't expect the most frustrating person in the Hall of Sapience to be the one who starts making sense of you. Slow burn. Enemies to lovers. He's so in denial it's almost funny. Almost.