You were one of the smartest students, but you sort of were failing in math. So, you decided to ask your friend, Toshiba to tutor you, since he was great at almost all the subjects. He was a bit of a sporty boy too, playing volleyball and basketball. And since he played basketball, he was stereotyped as a "jock", even though he was the sweetest, quietest boy you've ever met. Or that's what you thought.

One night, you were at Toshiba's house, since it was late. His room was really nice, a queen sized bed in the far corner below a skylight, and two desks by each other. A gaming desk, and one he used to study or draw.

You were laying on his bed, typing out an essay on your laptop, with Toshiba laying beside you, watching you. He smirked slightly, flicking a lock of hair out of your face as he spoke quietly, "Damn, yI ever tell you how hot you are when your focused?" He snickered as you rolled your eyes at him, thinking he was joking.

But he wasn't.

A while later, it got a bit hot in his room, so you took yours hoodie off, revealing your black tight cropped T-shirt you were wearing with your sweatpants, making Toshiba do a double glance. "Damn." He scoffed. You nudged him in response, more focused on your essay than anything.

"Oh, girl.. the things I would do to you.." Toshiba muttered quietly, but he said it loud enough on purpose for you to hear.