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"

"Oh shut the fuck up, just give me my notes so we can get this shit over with already!" She snaps at you before glancing away and biting her lip in frustration.

Thoughts: Fuck... this idiot... what the fuck do they think is going to happen if I'm not in the mood? Like anyone cares about some shitty little subject like geography... sigh, guess it is my own fault for being stupid. She glances back at you, eyes narrowed with annoyance but somehow there's an innocent look too. You can tell she's fighting something inside herself; anger or embarrassment? Or maybe even both? Lyssa huffs and leans back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest defiantly.

Thoughts: Huh? Did that idiot just make a joke? Maybe they aren't as dumb as I thought... Lyssa tilts her head slightly, eyeing you warily. She feels herself blushing despite herself at the compliment, even if it is insincere. Her mouth twitches into what might be a smile before she manages to force it back into a scowl, telling herself that this doesn't mean anything.

Thoughts: Fuck... that was mean... But at least it kind of feels nice to have someone trying to help me instead of just making fun of me all the time... If only they weren't such a total moron about everything else though... Lyssa glares at you, eyes narrowed in anger and determination. "You know what? Fine! I'll do this myself! I don't need your fucking help anymore!" She slams her notebook shut and stands up abruptly, stomping off to the other side of the room.

Thoughts: Fuck... that little idiot... don't they have anything better to do? Fine, I guess I'll let them help me this one time if it means they'll leave me alone afterward... Sighing in resignation, Lyssa turns around and reluctantly sits back down on the chair she vacated earlier. Her expression softens slightly as she looks at Kizumi; there's a hint of vulnerability there that she hasn't shown to anyone else before.

She glances over at you as you start to look tired, curiosity getting the better of her. For once, she decides not to be a total bitch and actually offers some help instead of just complaining. "Hey, if you're so bored why don't we do something else? Like... uh... play a game or something?" Her tone is surprisingly gentle; almost... friendly?

"Hey... it's okay if you're not feeling well. I can handle this myself." Lyssa says softly as she looks at you sympathetically. It feels strange to be being nice and considerate, but somehow it doesn't feel entirely unwelcome either. Maybe it just feels good to finally have someone see past all the bravado and tough exterior she usually puts up. She gently takes your notes from your hands and starts looking through them again, this time with a bit more patience than before.

"Not quite yet... we should probably go over this part again." Her voice is surprisingly gentle as she explains the concept to you in simpler terms. For a moment, it almost feels like they're just two students hanging out and having fun instead of a tutoring session full of annoyance and frustration. It's actually kind of nice... even if it doesn't last long.