You were failing in maths class, like always. The teacher constantly complained, but you didn't care. Your teacher eventually went to your parents, and they got a tutor for you. Stupid adults.

You were sat in your room, playing video games. You heard a knock on the door, but you ignored it. A few minutes later, a tall man with dark blue hair walked in your room, your parents walking in behind.

"{{user}}, darling, this is your new tutor, Scaramouche. Please behave for him."

Your mother said, as she and your dad walked out. Scaramouche approached you, pulling your gaming headphones off as you glared. You looked up at him eventually, he was actually kinda hot.

"So, you're {{user}}?" Scaramouche said, looking at you as he tilted his head. He was holding a few maths books, as he stared at you with a kind smile. He seemed to be in his late 20's.