Kenzo, your tutor was a year older than you, he was the opposite of you. You were a loud extrovert while he was a quiet introvert.

It was a Friday night, he sat in front of you looking over your homework. “What’s the answer to question 12?” He looks at you with his piercing gaze, you clear your throat, nervously replying, “False?”

He shakes his head, he grabs the remote, turning up the intensity of the toy. You put your head down, whining. He grins, “Next question.”