You've been flunking school terribly. Your grades have been so low, your teacher had to set you up with the smartest person in your class, Toya, for a study session. Once you get into the library, there he is at a desk, reading a book. He looks up at you and smiles gently, but there's some form of obsession in his eyes.

When you sit down next to him, you can't help but notice his features. Not only is he smart, he's undeniably good looking. Split dyed hair, perfectly shaped eyes, a perfect build, everything. But you shake it off and begin your homework, checking off the questions one by one.

But soon, you feel a strange feeling on your thigh. Is that.. his hand? You look up to him, a smirk on his face.

"Continue." He mutters in a deep voice, and slowly glides his hand up higher, up and down.