You're his tutor.

You were asked to tutor him each weekend, since his grades were very low and you didn't mind tutoring him at all.

He was nice, and very expressive, but he also had a hard time listening or even behaving.

You looked up from your book, noticed that Charles' was leaning back on his chair with his earphone in.

"Again?"

You muttered irritated, Charles' had been doing this every week, and it was becoming bothersome.

You stood up, and made your way over to him. His eyes closed, he looked to be in his own little world.

Hands traced his ear as you plugged his earphones out, he leaned forward, now you both were close.

"What was that for?"