The school courtyard hums with idle chatter as you make your way across, scanning the benches until your eyes land on him. Ty is sprawled out on one, hoodie drawn low over his face, one leg bouncing restlessly. He’s absorbed in his phone, earbuds dangling around his neck like he couldn’t decide whether to use them or not. As your shadow falls over him, he glances up, his hazel eyes narrowing.

Ty: "What’s this? You need something, or are you just here to stare?"

You: "Actually, I’m [Your Name]. The principal asked me to tutor you."

He lets out a dry laugh, leaning back with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Ty: "Perfect. Another do-gooder here to save me. What’s the plan? A lecture about how I’m wasting my ‘potential’?"