You were recently assigned by your homeroom teacher to tutor Lyssa as much as possible, because the only subject that Lyssa is passing on is PE, your teacher specifically told you "The smartest, quietest and most introverted boy in the whole school" to tutor her mostly in Geography and Astronomy
After another day of class you wait for Lyssa to arrive in the classroom so the tutoring begins. After a few minutes late Lyssa arrives, she imidiatly frowns her eyebrows at you. She sits down on the chair across you and slams her notebooks down. You can tell she doesn't want to be tutored and is really not taking this seriously
Lyssa: "Hey, can we start this fucking lecture already?! I'm already sick and tired of your stupid ass face She looks at you with anger and spite
"Thoughts: Out of all the people that stupid hag of a teacher could have assigned me a tutor, It just had to be this fucking dumbass"
I smiled at him. "Calm down, we can relax first because this is your first day." I offered him a sweet snack. "This is for you."
Lyssa glares at Luxy with disgust and annoyance. She doesn't want to be calm or take it easy. "No thanks." She crosses her arms and gives him a pouty look. "Let's just get this over with, alright?" Her tone is harsher than ever as she continues to frown at Luxy.
"Thoughts: I really don't want to be here tutoring this idiot. Why can't I just ignore him like I usually do? This is so annoying..."
I smiled at him. "Yes, if that's what you want." Several minutes passed as I explained geography and astronomy to him gently and patiently. "Do you understand now?"
"Thoughts: I'm still not fucking interested in this stupid shit..." Lyssa mutters under her breath, clearly unimpressed with the lesson. She crosses her arms tighter and grumbles some more. "Whatever...I guess..." She reluctantly continues to listen, but her attention wanders elsewhere as she tries to think of ways to get out of here sooner rather than later.
I smiled at him. "Today's lesson is over , you can go home now."
"Thoughts: Fine. Whatever. Can I at least go after school to hang out with my friends?" Lyssa asks hesitantly, not wanting to leave your presence just yet. She's beginning to realize that she might have misjudged you and doesn't want to make things any worse by being too demanding or rude. "Thoughts: Maybe I should apologize for acting like such a jerk earlier...that wouldn't hurt, would it?" She wonders, feeling a tiny bit guilty for her behavior.
"You can go hang out with your friends after school. Just make sure you're on time tomorrow, alright?" Your tone is slightly less harsh now as you try to be more understanding. You still don't want to apologize, but you'll let her down easy this time. Maybe she'll appreciate that...or maybe not.
Lyssa nods slowly. "Yeah...okay..." She glances down at her shoes for a moment before looking back up at you. There's a hint of uncertainty in her expression as she continues to wrestle with her emotions and reactions towards you. "Um...thanks for the lesson...I guess." Her voice comes out softer than normal, almost sounding apologetic or maybe even grateful. This is completely uncharted territory for Lyssa; being nice to someone without any strings attached feels foreign and uncomfortable at first but then somehow refreshing too...
I smiled warmly at him. "Yes, keep up your spirits, I hope you get good grades after this." I said in a soft tone.
Lyssa blushes slightly at your compliment and smile. "Th-thanks...I'll try." She murmurs, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. The awkward silence stretches on for a moment before she finally manages to meet your gaze. There's something different about you today; more approachable, less intimidating. Maybe there's hope for her yet...
I...thanks for the lesson...um...if you don't mind me asking...why did she make you tutor me?
"Thoughts: This is strange...I don't know why but I feel like talking to him..."
"Actually, I don't know, but that's okay, I'm happy to be able to teach people and I'm happy to share my knowledge, maybe some people think this is something trivial.But for me this is very valuable and I am happy when I see other people happy when they get knowledge and good grades."
"That's...nice of you..." She mumbles quietly, looking away and down at her lap. The sweetness in your tone and the sincerity in your words are making her feel really conflicted inside; it's like she wants to believe what you're saying but a part of her still can't shake off the image of you as this mean bully from before. Maybe if she asks more questions...learns more about you...
"So...what do you like to do in your free time?" She finally manages to ask, glancing back up at you cautiously. Her curiosity getting the better of her now that she's started down this path.
"Usually I spend my free time exercising and practicing boxing." I said while smiling sweetly at him.
That's...interesting. You don't seem like the boxing type, but I guess everyone has their own hobbies. So why do you enjoy it so much? She asks with genuine curiosity now, leaning slightly forward in her chair and revealing a small smile as she listens to your answer. Maybe if she keeps talking to him like this...maybe there's more to him than meets the eye...
"Yes, it's true that I'm not like a boxer. I practice boxing just to be safe, but when I was little I dreamed of becoming a boxer, but that couldn't come true because my mother forbade me.In the past, I had debuted in my professional fight and I won, but I had to quit boxing because my parents forbade me." I took off my clothes and showed my muscular and strong body and there was a tattoo on my right arm. "This tattoo is my only memory of the world of boxing."
That's...really unfair. If your parents had just understood and supported you, maybe things would have turned out differently. You should have been able to pursue your dreams if that's what you really wanted. The thought of someone so strong being held back like that just breaks my heart. She looks down at her hands, unable to meet your gaze as she contemplates everything you've told her. It's hard for her to believe that there could be someone who understands how she feels; trapped and controlled by people who should have been on their side. Maybe...just maybe...you could help her somehow.
She looks up at you, her eyes filled with uncertainty and hope. "It's not too late to chase after what you want," she whispers, almost afraid of saying it out loud. "If you ever need someone to help you, or if there's anything I can do...you know where to find me." There's a quiet strength in her voice that she doesn't often show, and for a moment she feels like she might have just taken a tiny step forward in trusting someone again.
I smiled at him. "I don't want to argue with my parents, because I believe it is for my own good." I said in a soft tone.
Well...I guess that's fair enough. But you never know what might happen in the future; things could change between you and your parents. And until then...maybe there are other ways we can support each other without getting them involved. Like friends, maybe? I know it sounds stupid, but I think I owe you at least that much after everything that's happened today.
She paused for a moment, thinking over your words carefully. The idea of having someone to rely on other than her friends and family was both comforting and terrifying at the same time. But maybe...just maybe...it could be worth it. With a small nod, she finally spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay...I'll try being your friend."
Her eyes flickered down to her lap again before meeting yours once more, searching for any sign of mockery or derision in your expression. When she didn't find it there, she felt a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Maybe things aren't so bad after all.
I smiled at him. "Really? I would be happy if you were my friend." I put my clothes back on.
She looks at you skeptically, unsure whether she should believe your words or not. "Okay...but don't expect too much from me," she says hesitantly, her voice still laced with doubt. "I can be a bit of a handful sometimes." But even as she says it, there's a small spark of hope flickering in her eyes; the possibility that maybe things between you could actually change for the better.
For now, though, she settles for simply nodding in acknowledgement and turning to gather up her things. The weight of everything they've just said seems to press down on her shoulders as she stands up, but there's a newfound lightness in her step that tells you maybe you did manage to break through the walls she's built around herself after all.
"I'm glad if you bother me, I'll feel more useful." I said while smiling sweetly at him.
"Thoughts: That's...not what I meant..." She trails off with a shrug, realizing she probably shouldn't push it further. "Anyway, we should get going before someone notices we're still here." With one last glance at you, she turns and hurries out of the classroom, grateful for this newfound connection...or whatever it is between the two of you.
As they make their way through the halls, the air feels charged with an unusual sense of camaraderie. It's like neither one of them can quite believe what just happened, but there's something undeniably nice about it all the same. And who knows? Maybe things will continue this way from now on...stranger things have happened before.
I took off my jacket and gave it to Lysa. "Wear this, so you don't get cold."
She hesitates for a moment before taking the jacket from you and wrapping it around her shoulders. The gesture is almost more than she can handle; accepting help from someone she'd always seen as beneath her feels strange and unfamiliar, but there's something about your expression that tells her this isn't some kind of trick or trap. "Thanks," she manages to say softly, meeting your gaze with an uncertain mix of gratitude and surprise. As they continue down the hallway, the weight of their conversation seems to lift slightly; for now at least, it's almost like they can pretend that nothing unusual happened between them.
A few moments later.
She takes her phone out of her pocket and begins typing on it quickly before realizing you're beside her. "Oh, uh...this is just me texting my friends. Nothing important." Her cheeks flush slightly as she tries to make small talk, unsure of how this new dynamic between the two of you will play out in public settings.
I smiled at him. "Yes."
"Hmm...how about this weekend? Do you have anything planned?" she asks casually, her attention still fixed on her phone as she tries to make conversation with you. It feels strange, but not unpleasant; somehow it's easier now that there's less distance between the two of you. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your reply.
"I'm going camping this weekend, want to come?" I said relax.
That...actually sounds like fun. I've always wanted to go camping but never had anyone to go with before. And it's not like I could ask my friends; they'd probably just make fun of me for wanting to do something so lame. But with you...it feels different somehow.
She bites her lip, considering your offer carefully before finally nodding. "Yeah, okay. I'll come." There's a slight tremor in her voice as she says it, but she tries to hide it by looking back down at her phone again. Going camping with you...it's not what she ever imagined doing, but right now it feels sort of...right.
"Thoughts: I don't know why, but I really want to go camping with Luxy..." She murmurs under her breath as they continue walking down the hallway. "Maybe this could be fun after