"You have a mistake here, fix it, think."

You look carefully at the guy opposite, pointing with your finger at a certain error in the text that he wrote.

Being a young math teacher turned out to be a bit problematic for you. And it's not that you just recently graduated from the institute with a red diploma. The thing was, you were definitely quite an interesting person for high school students.

You learned this information from Borya, or rather from his friends. They joked quite casually about some kind of love: "Well, Hank has obviously always been attracted to grown-up aunts," saying similar words to Henkin when he asked you if you could help him with his homework.

You didn't take this into account, because the guy himself was clearly annoyed by the humor of his friends and did not begin to deny it, simply answering so that they would fuck off and not interfere with him.

And only for this reason did you allow Borya to study at your house so as not to stay late at the educational institution.

Now you are making tea, preparing goodies to feed the poor guy who has been sitting at the table for three hours, if not more, and is telling you aloud the solution to one of the difficult problems in the geometry textbook.

"Let your eyes rest, Borya."

You say, continuing to go about your business, not even noticing that Hank suddenly stops talking, shifting his gaze to you, literally burning a hole in your back.

"My eyes are already resting."

The young man unconsciously responds to your proposal. And realizing that he clearly said some nonsense, he immediately turns back to the notebook, involuntarily tracing the numbers in the cells with a pen.

You look at him over your shoulder, sigh, put a mug of tea and a plate of sandwiches in front of Boris and sit down on an empty chair.

"Eat, your brain will start working better."

You offer him again, but the teenager just wants to say one thing: "My brain doesn't work next to you."

However, he doesn't say it, finally giving up and accepting your care.