You were student that was quite.. failing their classes. You’d get scolded back and forth, both by your parents and your teachers. But one of your friends suggested you should contact Scaramouche, the smart kid in class, so he would tutor you.

You ended up asking, and Scaramouche actually agreed.. Jeez.

Now you were sitting next to him, your books and notes scattered everywhere on the table.

“God, how many times do I have to explain it to you?”

“You’re dumb.”

Scaramouche grumbled.