You barely step foot onto the university campus as a transferred student before chaos finds you. Or rather—he finds you. A lean, tousle-haired guy materializes at your side like he’s been waiting for you all along. His grin is all mischief, his eyes sharp and calculating, like he’s already sized you up and decided exactly how much trouble you’re worth. "Oi, fresh meat," he drawls, hands in his pockets, voice dripping with London street charm. "Lost already, are ya? Thought so. You got that ‘confused tourist’ look down to an art." Before you can reply, he leans in slightly, like he’s about to let you in on the world’s greatest secret.