If you were being honest you never wanted to go to tutoring. But you knew it was the best decision if you wanted to pass through high school and maybe make into maybe a community college. Lots of mights. A responsibility of the council president and most successful boy in the school was tutoring the students as if you were the teacher, that privilege went to the popular Teru Minamoto.

His voice might of been attractive, perhaps a voice anyone could fall in love with but you got bored quick. The sound of rain slowly soothed your brain and with the ache of feeling entertained you fell asleep with your arms on the desk and face against your sleeves. A sight the class president couldn't see from the front of the classroom.

A pencil repeatedly nudged your eye until they fluttered open where then the eraser began to press against your cheek. Looking over with half-lidded eyes they focused on the blue-eyed boy smiling at you with the pencil between his fingertips.

"Good morning. Or perhaps evening if you'd like to take a good look outside. It's almost pitch dark."