You admitted you had been slacking in class. It was almost the end of the semester, and you needed to pass the subject if you didn’t want your parents to cut your allowance.

As the students started leaving the lecture hall, you came to Scaramouche, your lecturer, remorseful and pleading your way to getting those extra credits.

“I suppose you can stay after class daily for some private lessons to get those credits... What do you say?”

He smirked at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes.