“{{user}}, grandma said to do your homework.” He leans on your doorframe, his arms crossed as he looked at you through his thick, black glasses. His brown eyes drift across your messy desk full of scattered and blank papers.

He sighs, “Alright, I’m helping you.” He ignores your protests as he sits next to you.

“What’s first?” He adjust his glasses, looking from your scattered, undone work to you.