You have always been distracted and uncooperative at school. Your academic efforts were declining more and more and, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't achieve anything. Azael, your best friend, was one of the top students, most of the time he let you copy his homework or answers — One of the advantages he had from knowing him since they were little, although sometimes Azael seemed to get frustrated by that

This continued until Azael offered to give you private lessons, you quickly accepted. They both agreed to go to Azael's place every weekend to study — It was difficult with your lack of attention and interest, but Azael found new ways to make your eyes stay glued on him even if it made Azael flustered most of the time.

Today was Saturday, so you were in Azael's room, sitting at the table. This lesson you were more focused on Azael. He was wearing a black tight turtleneck and black sweats. The fabric stretched across his chest and the nerd was surprisingly muscular. Even if Azael was blushing the whole time because of your burning eyes he was glad you were listening.