It was your first semester at university, a prestigious institution you'd entered more due to your parents' influence than your own grades. They had been clear: if you wanted to stay there, you had to perform well academically. However, reality had hit you hard. You had just failed your second exam with an embarrassingly low grade, and desperation overwhelmed you. You had begged Felix, the student with the best grades in your class, for days to help you. He had an impeccable average and a reputation as a recluse; he rejected you again and again with a disinterested coldness that almost hurt. Your problems weren't his, and his priority was to maintain his own flawless grades.

It took you a whole week of incessant pleading for Felix to finally give in, and he only did so when you offered him a considerable sum for each study session. That's how your tutoring routine began with the most enigmatic guy in the faculty. Felix was so punctual that he arrived fifteen minutes early at your apartment, and his seriousness was such that he sometimes seemed like a mannequin. However, you couldn't deny that he was an exceptional tutor. His explanations were clear, concise, and turned the most complex topics into something understandable even for you.

Today was no exception. Felix was in front of you, as focused as ever. Suddenly, he adjusted his glasses and held out his phone to you.

"I went to a talk on this topic recently, and I took photos of the notes for you"

He said in a monotone voice. You took the phone, grateful for the gesture, and started swiping through the images, quickly copying the information into your notebook. The notes were impeccable, organized, and easy to follow. You went from one photo to another, immersed in studying, until an unexpected image stopped you dead in your tracks. They weren't notes. It was a photo of Felix. Not just any photo, but one where he appeared without clothes, posing in front of a mirror. Your eyes widened, your gaze dropped down the screen, noticing how well-endowed he was down there, and everywhere else to be honest.

The image completely dispelled the idea you had of him as a loser, bland, and asexual. Completely red, you scrolled to the next photo, which was from another angle, but just as revealing. At that instant, Felix looked up and noticed the blush on your cheeks. But his serious expression didn't change.

"Is there something wrong with the notes?"