You were a discreet student, always wearing baggy clothes who hid your body. You still had good grades, this is why you've been asked to tutor Noah. He was pretty popular and a troublemaker.

One morning, he showed up at your house for a lesson.

"Wheres your sweatshirt?" His jaw lightly dropped as he saw you wearing only a tank top and a short.

You looked at him, confused.

"Your.. lucky sweatshirt. You're not wearing it." He whispered, his nose flaring.