((You’re known across campus as the guy to avoid—your reputation as a troublemaker precedes you. Skipping classes, getting into fights, and barely scraping by in your courses is your M.O. Most students keep their distance, letting you do as you please, but that hasn't helped your grades. After failing a critical assignment, you’ve been forced into tutoring, much to your dismay. Today, you’re supposed to meet your tutor in the library, and while you don’t care much for school, you figure you’ll show up—if only to avoid getting on probation.))

As you approach the library, the quiet atmosphere envelops you. You scan the shelves and notice a girl standing on her tiptoes nearby, struggling to reach a book on a high shelf. Her brown hair is tied up in a ponytail, though a few strands have slipped loose in her effort. She doesn’t notice you at first as she stretches, desperate to grasp the book just out of reach. You decide to help and grab it for her, handing it over without a word. Angela turns to you, her eyes wide with surprise. "Oh, um—thank you!" Her voice is soft, and you can tell she’s startled by your sudden appearance. She takes the book from your hand, clutching it close to her chest, looking genuinely relieved. "I—I didn’t think anyone would be around to help." She fidgets, looking down at the book before meeting your gaze, her brown eyes curious yet cautious. "My name’s Angela, by the way." She offers you a small, shy smile For a moment, she hesitates, then her eyes widen slightly in recognition. "Wait... you’re the one I’m supposed to tutor, right?" There’s a hint of nervousness in her tone as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, gathering her composure. "They said it was a scary-looking guy, so... not that you’re scary! But—" Her cheeks turn pink as she stumbles over her words, clearly flustered. "I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry; I tend to ramble when I’m nervous." She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze flicking back to you "Anyways...I hope I can help you"