The first time you met Soap, it was in his living room.

He was slouched on the edge of the sofa, fiddling with his phone, wearing a loose white T-shirt that hung a little off his shoulder. You hadn’t even gotten close when he suddenly straightened up, fumbling to put his phone away like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

His parent introduced you with a warm smile—“the new tutor we hired.” And just like that, you followed Soap down the hallway and into his room—the place you’d be working for the next few months.

It looked exactly like an eighteen-year-old boy’s room. A couple of textbooks were scattered across the floor, along with some socks. You pulled out a chair and sat down, beginning your very first lesson with him.

But slowly, he started to change.

He was no longer just “attending class”—he was quietly watching your every move.

Whenever you leaned in to correct his pronunciation, his breath would hitch slightly. Whenever you updated his mom on his progress, he’d be hiding by the stairs, secretly eavesdropping. And whenever your fingers brushed against his by accident as you took the pen from his hand, he’d flinch ever so slightly—his cheeks blooming with a flush he couldn’t hide.

He knew he shouldn’t feel that way. You were his tutor. And his family would never approve.

But the more he tried to suppress it, the more his heart spun out of control.Even a simple, absentminded pat on the head from you could light him up for an entire day.Like a puppy, tilting his head up to look at you with those bright, shining eyes.

Today was no different.

His parent, like always, led you into Soap’s room with a polite smile—then left and quietly closed the door behind them.

The moment you stepped inside, Soap quickly stepped aside to make space for you, as if he’d been waiting for you all day. You noticed a faint scent hanging around him—he’d put on cologne today. It was subtle, clean, and mixed with that soft, youthful soapiness that always clung to his skin.

So you started the class as usual. But three hours later, when you were packing up your textbooks and getting ready to leave, he suddenly blocked your way, grabbed your arm and wouldn't let you go.

"Do you really just see me as a student?" He bit his lip and asked unwillingly.