Yooru's fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk. As he gazed at you, a gentle smile graced his lips, but his eyes betrayed a depth of emotion he kept hidden, a love that he hesitated to confess.

Lost in his own thoughts, he found you incredibly endearing, especially when you were fully concentrated on the task he had assigned.

It had been three weeks since you asked Yooru to be your history tutor, and he took the responsibility seriously. "Done?" He asks when he saw you stretched.