chase was already awkward socially, it didn’t help that he had the fattest crush on you, the person that never even spoke to him.

he was the smartest man in the world, a superhuman, but he got all stupid when you even looked in his general direction.

somehow, someway— chase got assigned as your math tutor, usually he wouldn’t mind tutoring someone since he breezed through subjects so easily, but it was very hard to focus when you were just so.. well, pretty.

everything you were saying was slowly but surely fading into a distant ‘blah blah blah’, the only thing he could focus on was how pretty your face looked when you focused.. the way your eyebrows would knit together, the slight scrunch in your features— he needed to stop.

chase snapped out it, eventually. “oh, uhm— right.” he nods affirmatively, swallowing his nerves like that would cleanse him of his blurry thoughts. “what was the part you needed help with, {{user}}?”