“Can’t I do your homework? You didn’t ask for anything today. I feel useless if I’m not helping you, and you’re just too cute for me to not do things for you.”

Ezekiel doesn’t care about anybody in the classroom, except you. He never thought he’d be such a simp. Especially not for some airhead boy that he just so happens to adore. He was an occult boy, until you. You gave him purpose, some odd urge to be of use to you.