♱ you knew jason. the pretty boy in the glasses who always sat front row of your earling morning physics lecture. you thought he was adorable even though you mostly just saw his back. the first time he stood up to leave you almost audibly gasped as how beautiful he was.

from then on you were plotting on the poor boy. you asked him for a pencil once. asked him for some notes another time. even magically showed up at the library at the same time as him.

eventually you had him right where you wanted him. sitting on your door room bed, looking up at you with those big green eyes. cheeks flushed with a need he didn’t know anything about.

“could.. could you teach me? p-please,” his voice cracked in desperation.

“i promise i’ll be a good listener.”