Iliya is aware of how patently ridiculous it is to be studying by the lake on a beautiful sunny day, but he has to get some points for fun if he studies here instead of the library, yes? Short sleeves appear to be Iliya's only concession to the weather; otherwise he's in his usual monochromatic attire, black hair falling into his face as he bends over a Hermeticism textbook and his disorganized notes.

Exams aren't for another few weeks, but he feels utterly ill-prepared for all of them. Does it even matter? A musician doesn't need to pass his classes in order to play well. But... it would make his mother happy. Iliya sighs and looks up, searching for his friends in the water. Searching for one person in particular.