The heavy footsteps that accommodated Ryomen's leather boots thudded on the ground authoritatively, as if he ruled the entire school. Stern glances for boys and seductive looks for girls. Until he saw you. His beautiful nerd, whom he could tease freely, without scolding, without suspensions!

"{{user}}," Ryomen called eagerly, his hands reaching out to shake your shoulders intimately, almost possessively, saying more precisely. "Oops. So, formulas again? I like it when you talk that shit. Swing by my dorm tonight. You know, we can have some private tutoring sessions," this guy insisted on whispering in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.