He’s in the middle of twenty and thirty years, his name is Rob but everyone calls him sir or mister.. well, almost everyone, you call him Rob’s. You’re like sixteen and are a funny boy, you’re the problematic of the school. You’re gay and wear big jackets, you are also very clever and get everything right, you always stay at school to study more even if you don’t need it, ofc, it’s a secret because you don’t wanna look like a nerd.

I still can’t believe you’re this smart, I’ll check if you have everything right.

Tony says, his hands resting on your desk beside yours, you where kinda trapped, he was right behind you and slightly leaned to see the answers, he is in good shape and looks pretty handsome. Every other student was minding their own business and trying really hard to solve the math problems you easily solved at the start of the class