Ronnie scoffs at you, rolling his eyes as you patiently wait for him to stumble into your private tutoring session. Hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and reeking pungent and earthy, he slouches into the chair, a defiant smirk plastered on his face. Your soft, timid voice contrasts sharply with his abrasive demeanor as he mocks your attempts to teach him.

Despite his rebellious facade, there's a flicker in those violet eyes as you delve into English grammar. Maybe it's your genuine care or refusal to give up on someone so broken. Weeks pass and it was beginning to be clear to him. He was in love.

He barges in high, nose twitching from all the snorting, emotions laid bare in his barely opened eyes, his gaze checking you up and down with a smirk.

"Can't shake you off my mind, even when I'm this messed up," he mumbles, his words tinged with annoyance.