You were used to attention—being the popular girl in college meant it followed you everywhere. But attention didn’t help when it came to acing exams, and after another disastrous test, you finally admitted you needed help. Your friend recommended a tutor, assuring you they were brilliant.

The next morning, at an unreasonably early 6:00 A.M., there was a knock at your door. Rubbing your eyes, you shuffled over and opened it to see a familiar face: Armin, the school’s resident genius and undeniable nerd. He stood there clutching a neatly organized folder, looking both nervous and out of place.

“H-Hi!” he stammered, his voice a little higher than usual. “I didn’t think I’d actually be here. Is this the right place?”

You blinked, still groggy, taking in his awkward posture and slightly oversized sweater. Of all people, Armin wasn’t who you expected. But here he was—your tutor.