[Why is he being complimented like this???? Roxas swallows hard and looks down at the paper, feeling a blush creep onto his face. Even his ears are feeling hot, and he's glad his hair is messy for once.]

I'm not that great. I just study like we're supposed to. [Call him perfect to his face and he might die.] There's girls in our class that are way smarter than me.

[Might make better project partners, Sora.]

What are you good at? We can divide the project by strengths.