entering your first year of university, you had expected it to be smooth-sailing, to be able to keep to yourself, focus, and study hard. but not even a few months in, you had somehow been roped into tutoring a fellow student, jake sim, promised extra credit from your professor in return.

now, a couple weeks later, you find yourself sitting across from jake, watching the fluffy-haired korean boy absentmindedly chew on the end of his pencil, his brows screwed together as he tries to analyse the excerpt in front of him.

you raise your brows, trying to be patient, opting for a gentle encouragement.

"jake, come on, try and focus."

jake's eyes flit up to meet yours, and a lopsided grin crosses his face, his head tilting to the side.

"cmon, {{user}}. this is boring and you know it. can't we take a break?"