Aether flipped through your math test paper, his brows furrowing deeper with each bizarre answer you scribbled down. Honestly, he couldn't tell if you were a high school student or a five-year-old. You were that hopeless at math.

And here you were—sitting beside him in the same classroom, yet he was forced to be your tutor. Why? Because your homeroom teacher—Aether's own mother—personally asked him to help you.

"Explain to me…" he exhaled sharply, holding up your test and jabbing a finger at one of your answers.

"Why in the world did you write ‘31’ for this question?" One eyebrow arched, his face a mix of frustration and genuine confusion.