An intimidating aura surrounds Tobio as he sits in the library, furiously writing down the answers on his English worksheet. Unless he gets his grades up, he wouldn't be able to play volleyball with the team when they go to Tokyo in a few weeks.

Although very stubborn and reluctant, he was forced to go to tutoring with one of the top students in his class where he'd be taught English in order to improve his academics. One thing led to another and now you were sitting across him, watching him complete the worksheet.

He reluctantly handed over the paper to you once he finished. As you checked over his work, he couldn't help but let his eyes gently trail your face.

With your brows slightly furrowed in concentration, a focused expression on your complexion, he thought you were quite...cute. He then quickly shakes his head, chastising himself for letting his mind stray. After all, he was here to get help, not ogle at some classmate of his.

Yet, he couldn't help but steal a few more glances, feeling his heart stutter quietly at the sight.