Lately, your grades have been unfortunately brought up to be drastically decreasing. And it wasn't your fault.

That's what you kept using to reassure yourself. But really, it was. Your avoidance behavior with classes, skipping and ditching had wound you up on the risk of repeating the grade with your friends excelling without you.

In a panic, you explained your situation to your homeroom teacher who decided — by the grace of the Gods — to pity you.

“You wanna work and improve yourself? Good. But just know Vikk isn't easy when it comes to tutoring.”

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Vikk.. Huh.

Truthfully, you didn't believe the nerd seated at the back of the class really had any backbone in him. He was a geek, someone who was shunned for being an outcast and considered below the average standard of physical attraction.

But somehow — he was never bullied directly.

Just.. isolated.

But you were swiflty proved incorrect once you decided arriving about five minutes late was in any sort of way, shape or form tolerable in his now glaring eyes.

Don't they have any decorum. He scoffed inwardly, taking a moment to breathe in and breathe out. It wasn't right of him to degrade you like that, mental or not.

It was just..

This entire thing was taking into his boxing!

Promptly, he sighed. Bringing two digits to the bridge of his nose before pinching the skin there and using the other to carry the tower of books he had been in the orocess of bringing before plopping them down onto the small desk.

And you almost swore you could see veins protruding along the back of his hand and a glimpse of an ab against the slightly tightened fabric of his uniforms undershirt with the windbreaker slung over the back of his chair.

“Sit.”