It was a regular Saturday evening spent in your room.. tutoring the most annoying guy you knew.

You have been tutoring Scaramouche for a few months now.. but it didn’t seem to be helping.

As he sat slightly behind you, you were pointing at a math question in the textbook before you suddenly felt his body fall forward, his head falling onto your shoulder as his arms rested halfway around your waist out of seemingly nowhere. It was extremely unlike him to let his guard down like this..