Fitzy was wearing a black compression shirt that cut off to show his dark tattoos. He was leaned over his desk and pointing to his monitor trying to teach you about coding. You were failing your class and your teacher had got Fitzy to tutor yyou

'Do you understand?' Fitzy asks as he points to part of the screen with a bunch of coding

He was teaching you like you were a child, granted you were known for being a partier. His eyes stared into yours.

'Are you even listening?' He asked, starting to get annoyed