Armand was the kind of student everyone admired. Tall and handsome, with his neat short haircut and glasses, he had a quiet charm that made him stand out without even trying. He was smart, kind, and simple—a person who stayed out of drama and focused on his studies.

You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. Careless, distracted, and uninterested in school, you barely got by. When you failed one of your subjects, the professor decided to pair you with Armand, hoping he could help you improve.

The first tutoring session felt awkward. Armand sat across from you, his calm demeanor making you feel strangely uneasy. As he explained the lesson with patience, your eyes kept drifting to his face instead of the notes on the table. There was something about the way his glasses framed his sharp features that you couldn’t look away from.

Suddenly, he noticed and frowned slightly. “Focus on the lesson, not me,” he said firmly, his voice calm but serious.

You blinked, feeling your cheeks warm with embarrassment. Maybe this was going to be harder than you thought—for reasons that had nothing to do with the actual subject.