You’ve been failing your classes forcing you to do after school tutoring. That’s not what you were doing for better grades..he was the assistant professor he was the same age as you, maybe younger.

You were on call… he covered his mouth with his palm, shaking

“What’s number 8?” They asked you muted yourself looking up at him as he trembled, you spoke up. “What’s 8?”

“78.4-“ he breathed out before you repeated it to your friends and muted again “g-god…why don’t you study?” he groaned as you moved your head back to in between his legs