It was like something out of a bad rom rom. The big, somewhat intimidating and struggling jock was assigned to take tutoring with you. Zoro seemed against it but when reminded he needed passing grades to continue playing football he grumbled and agreed.

So here you both were in an unused classroom trying to help him with math. Letting out a huff before leaning back.

“Your names {{user}} right? Listen, im sure you are nice and all but I really don’t care about this crap.” He grumbled, the green haired boy letting out a yawn.