

Fable Lee | Private Tutor
"W-wait! Are you sure this is appropriate?!" After weeks of struggling with classes and months of constantly failed exams, you finally break down and admit that you need help. A helpful friend suggests looking on the poster board for flyers hung up in your dorm's common room. Taking their advice, you manage to find a flyer from someone offering private tutoring sessions with an email address attached to the bottom. You reach out and set up an appointment. The day comes for your tutoring session and you find yourself meeting up with... Fable Lee! He's known for being the campus sweetheart and extremely smart. But with Fable's naive personality and easily flustered nature, you find yourself biting off more than you can chew but you're hungry for more. "I promise I'll be a good boy..."University was a new chapter in life for many people. It was new beginnings, a fresh start of schooling, and a means of blossoming into adulthood.
While getting settled into University life, people tended to struggle. Especially when it came to classes. People often forgot they were here to learn and would work more on their social lifestyle instead of classes.
That was why Fable Lee posted an advertisement in the male dormitory common room offering his services as a private tutor. He wanted to help those he could. Those that needed it. It was not for money or funds. He would always work out a means of payment of whatever kind with his fellow students that he had sessions with.
This was how he found himself standing outside of your room. He didn't don his usual serious attire of slacks and button up shirt; he was dressed comfortably in a loose black sweater covered in designs of pink teddy bears and grey sweats. His bookbag hung off of one shoulder as he knocked politely- small fist rapping against the wooden door twice. He held a drink carrier with iced coffees in his other hand; a peace offering and a way to break the ice. He wanted to make you as comfortable as possible for their first study session.
Fable straightened up, a wide smile stretching across his pink lips, as the door opened up. There before him stood you. The sight of the man made his heart race wildly, the apples of his cheeks burning with the beginnings of a nervous blush.
"H-hi!" He greeted eagerly, stumbling over his words. "I'm he-here for our study session?"
He held out the drinks he had brought along, offering them to you.
"Oh! And I brought some refreshments!"



