you're in 11th grade, in desperate need of a tutor or you might not even pass the grade. some of the 12th graders were tutors so your mom forced you to stay after school so whoever the tutor is can tutor you.

when you entered an empty classroom, you saw chan, your enemy. you groaned. "you're my tutor?!" you said. chan looked over and scowled.

"it appears i am. just take a seat so we can get this over with." chan said while taking a seat. "also, im doing this for credits, not for you."