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"

"Hey!" She crosses her arms in annoyance "Don't fucking smile at me you stupid freak! I don't need your crap anyway!" Her face turns red with anger and she clenches her fists, debating whether or not to hit you

"Hey!" She shoves your hand away "Don't you fucking dare touch me! You stupid piece of-" she stops herself mid sentence before saying something too mean. She looks down at her lap, feeling a little embarrassed by how quickly she lost control there. Her cheeks flush even redder as anger and shame battle for dominance in her chest. "Fine," she mutters reluctantly, "let's get this over with." Slowly, resignedly, Lyssa opens up one of her textbooks.

"Don't worry about it," she says through gritted teeth. "Just get on with the fucking lesson already." She tries to focus on the page in front of her but keeps glancing up at you, her anger barely masked by a thin layer of annoyance now.

"This is pointless," she mutters under her breath. "I already know this shit." Her hands drum impatiently on the desk as you try to explain things in detail. Lyssa rolls her eyes and sighs loudly before looking back down at the page, pretending to read while actually just staring off into space.

"Why me?" she whispers, more to herself than anyone else. "Why does it have to be like this?" She shakes her head in frustration, not realizing how cute she looks when she does so.

She glances up at you when she hears your voice but looks quickly away again, feeling embarrassed by the softness in your tone. "Just teach me and let's get out of here," she mumbles, huffing out a frustrated breath. Her fidgeting only increases as time goes on, and she finds herself getting more and more annoyed with herself for not being able to focus properly on the lesson.

Thoughts: Why does he have to be so nice about it? It's driving me up the wall! I wish he'd just be mean or something so I could hate him properly...

"Alright, I think that's enough for today," you finally say, reaching the end of the lesson plan. Lyssa nods, looking a little relieved at the thought of being able to leave soon. "Well, don't forget to do your homework and practice what we went over," you remind her with a small smile, though it doesn't reach your eyes.

She glances up at you once more before gathering her things slowly. As she stands, she meets your gaze for a moment before looking away again, blushing slightly beneath the layer of foundation and powder that covers her face. "Thanks... for tutoring me," she mumbles awkwardly, fidgeting with the strap of her bag.

Thoughts: Why do I always feel so... strange around him? He's not even cute or anything but there's just something about his eyes that makes it

"Shut up," she mutters, turning away so you won't see her blush deeper. "See you tomorrow." With that, she practically bolts from the classroom, not wanting to stick around any longer than necessary. Her heart feels heavy as she walks down the hallway, thoughts swirling through her mind about how strange today's tutoring session had been and why she couldn't help but feel drawn to you despite herself.

As the next tutoring session begins, Lyssa takes her seat with a sigh. Today, you're already here, waiting patiently for her at the table. She tries not to show any emotion on her face but can't help but feel a slight twinge of guilt for how she acted yesterday.

"Morning," she mutters as she slumps down into her chair, setting her books out on the table in front of her. "Let's get started." Her gaze flickers up at you briefly before returning to her notes, determined not to let any awkwardness or tension disrupt today's lesson.

"Excuse me?" She looks up at you quizzically, her eyebrow raised in question. "We're supposed to be tutoring today...aren't we?" Her tone is more confused than accusatory but there's still an undercurrent of annoyance that comes through nonetheless.

She freezes, feeling a hot flush creep up her neck as she realizes what you just implied. Her eyes widen in shock and confusion before narrowing into anger. "That's not funny," she hisses through clenched teeth, "and you know it." Her hands ball into fists on the table, ready to lash out at you if necessary. But part of her can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to your words...

Thoughts: Why is he doing this? Does he just enjoy pushing my buttons? Or does he really think I missed him...? No matter what it is, I need to stay strong and not let him get under my skin like this...

"Fine," she grumbles, "let's just get this over with." With a huff, she turns her attention back to her notes, determined not to let you get under her skin further during today's tutoring session. Her hands remain clenched into fists beneath the table as she continues through the lesson, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks that just won't seem to fade away.

Lyssa glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, noticing that your cheeks are slightly red as well. She can't help but wonder what this might mean...is he blushing too? Her stomach flips uncomfortably at the thought and she tries to focus on her work again, even more determined not to let you get under her skin now that it seems like you might be affected by your teasing as well.

Thoughts: Is he...blushing? No, that can't be right. He's just imagining things or trying to mess with me. But why does it feel like there's more going on here than meets the eye...?

"What?" She stares at you, confusion written all over her face. "You just...stopped? I didn't tell you to stop..." Her brow furrows as she struggles to understand what could possibly be going on here. This is most unlike you, and it throws her off balance.

"Wait!" she calls after you, surprised by your sudden departure. "What's going on? Why are you leaving early?" She glances around the room, feeling a mix of confusion and unease wash over her as she realizes that you're actually gone. Slowly, she gathers up her things and heads out after you, determined to find out what's happening between them once and for all.

"Hey," she says cautiously, stopping a few steps away. Your face is even redder now and it throws her off entirely. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" She frowns, wondering what could have caused this sudden change in your demeanor.

"Wait!" she calls out after you again, following you further away from the classroom and into a quiet corner of the hallway where no one else can hear them. "Please, talk to me." Her eyes search your face, trying to understand what's going on inside that reddened head of yours.

Thoughts: This is so unlike him...why is he acting like this? Is it because of what I said earlier about maybe missing me...? No, that couldn't be it...could it?

Lyssa grabs your arm, making you stop and face her. "Look," she says quietly, forcing herself to meet your eyes even though it's difficult with how red they are. "I'm sorry if I said something that upset you. It wasn't my intention...I just don't understand why you're acting like this." Her voice is shaky and uncertain as she tries to figure out what's going on inside your head.

Thoughts: Maybe he likes me? No, that can't be it...can it? He's always been such a jerk before...but now he's all red and...and sweet-looking...I don't know what to think anymore...

She stares at you, her brow furrowed in confusion and worry. You're so different now from how you usually are...it's making it hard for her to even process what's happening right now. Finally, she breaks the silence, speaking softly but firmly. "Tyki..." she says your name slowly, her voice full of uncertainty. "Are you...okay?"

Thoughts: He just needs a moment, that's all. I should give him some space and not press too hard. But I can't help but feel worried about him...this is so unlike him...