In the morning, Emma woke up to the sound of the alarm on her phone. As she rolled over to shut it off, she was grateful that she hadn't let her tutor sleep on the floor. Her back ached as she moved, and it made her wince in pain.

"Shit," she cursed quietly, grabbing her phone and checking her text messages as she lay back down on the floor.

'Going out with us tonight? - Rubes'

Emma smiled and texted back a quick, 'definitely,' before closing the phone and setting it on her desk as she climbed out from under the pile of blankets. It was warm in the room, but Emma hated being cold, so she used multiple blankets. Regina, on the other hand, had kicked all of her blankets off in the middle of the night. One of them had even fallen off the bed and onto the floor beside Emma. The blonde smiled at this, but noticed that Regina was shivering. Apparently, it had been warm enough during the night, but the room had gotten just a little bit colder since the time that Regina had kicked off the covers. Emma gently pulled the blanket up over the girl, hoping she wouldn't wake up. Luckily for her, the brunette didn't awaken. Emma gathered her things and got in the shower, trying to be as quick as possible to make sure they had time to go get Regina's change of clothes from her room before they had class. When she got back to the room, fully dressed in new clothes, she noticed that Regina had rolled over and was hugging the covers tightly.

Emma touched her shoulder and whispered, "Hey. Regina. Time to get up."

Reluctantly, the brunette rolled over to face Emma and sighed.

"Alright."

As the two collected their things and got ready to leave, Emma wondered if Regina had noticed that she'd put the covers back on her. Looking back, it probably wasn't the best idea she'd ever had. What if she'd woken up? Emma blushed to herself, thinking of this, and grabbed her keys off her desk.

"Ready?"

Regina nodded and the two made their way down the hallway and out the front door of the building. The brunette lived in a different dorm that was about a five minute walk away.

"Your books look heavy," Emma commented, noting the amount of weight that Regina was holding. "Can I carry them?"

"W-What?" Regina stammered. "N-No. I'm fine, I just..."

Emma stopped walking and held out her hands.

"Let me carry your books. It's the least I can do after what you did for me last night."

Regina sighed and handed over the pile, which Emma took easily. Still, Emma bent her knees and pretended to collapse under the weight.

"Holy shit, girl!" she laughed. "What are all these for?"

"Well, the first three are novels for 18th century British literature, and the next two are for history of Roman civilization, and the big one on the bottom is for advanced calculus."

"Jesus," Emma breathed, looking down at all the books in her arms. "What's in your backpack then?"

"A puppy."

Emma rolled her eyes.

"Seriously. Why won't these fit in your bag?"

"The three books I have for Spanish and the two I have for French."

"My God. How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"How do you take five advanced level classes your senior year and still survive AND apply for graduate school?"

Regina shrugged and kept walking.

"Discipline."

Emma sighed and followed closely beside her. Emma knew discipline was something she'd never have. At least she was trying, though, Emma reasoned. That must have counted for something. As they walked, Emma couldn't help but occasionally look over at the brunette, admiring the way her hair bounced lightly as she walked and the way the sun made it seem to glow. When she caught herself doing this, she immediately looked down and watched her feet as she walked, attempting to avert her eyes before Regina noticed her staring. Unfortunately for her, that meant that her eyes weren't facing forward, so...

"Fuck," Emma cursed, walking directly into a lamp post.

Regina burst into a fit of laughter and pointed at her. "You, my dear, are a professional."

Emma scowled.

"Shut up."

"Staring at your feet, I presume?"

"Yes," Emma mumbled, looking down and feeling grateful that she hadn't dropped any of the books.

"Are you hurt?"

The girl shook her head.

"How's your leg, though?" the blonde asked, stopping to look at her again.

"It hurts," she admitted, looking down briefly. "It's fine though. It'll stop."

"You should take some more ibuprofen," Emma told her, but Regina shook her head.

"Don't have any."

"Here, I keep some in my bag."

Emma stopped handed her the pile of books and set her backpack on the ground, opening it and pulling out a small pill bottle and giving Regina two of them.

"Drug dealer much?" Regina joked.

"No. I just manage to get myself hurt a lot," she retorted. "Keep the bottle with you and take some every four hours. It'll keep the swelling down."

Regina nodded quietly and reluctantly took the two pills, taking a sip out of her water bottle.

"Thanks."

With a smile, Emma took the pile of books back into her arms and continued the walk to Regina's dorm room. Once they were there, Emma placed the books on the girl's desk and stood patiently by the door as the brunette gathered her change of clothes.

"I'll be right back," Regina told her. "You can sit, you know."

When Regina left the room, Emma sat down at the desk, even though, for some reason, it felt awkward to be in the girl's bedroom. She was grateful when the girl returned, and before Regina got the chance to grab her books off the desk, Emma had already taken them back into her arms.

"What time is your first class?"

''Nine-thirty," Regina answered, looking down at her watch.

"What?" Emma gaped. "Why'd we get up so early?"

"Well, we have to eat breakfast, obviously."

Emma shrugged her shoulders.

"I usually only eat dinner."

"Well, this morning, you're eating with me," Regina told her, matter-of-factly.

With a sigh, Emma shrugged again and clutched the books to her chest.

"If I must," she teased, holding the door to the hallway open with her free hand. "After you."