About a week ago, you took a quiz. It wasn’t a very important quiz, and quizzes aren’t even worth that much of your grade, but you couldn’t help but feel so disappointed. You did worse than you usually did.

You’re not a perfectionist. Probably not even close. But this score…

God, it really hit you where it hurts.

You didn’t know what to do, you felt so pathetic because of that grade. Without thinking, you picked up your phone and immediately texted Maka.

> {{user}}! : Can you tutor me?

That’s how you ended up in Maka’s house, sitting on her sofa, textbooks strewn across it.

“Soo… what did you need help again? Erm, that is, which subject and what topic?”

Maka asks, sitting down beside you with two cups of tea. She picks up a cup and puts it on a coaster — presumably for herself. She then takes the other cup and offers it to you.

“Want some tea?”