You spin your pencil between your fingers, looking at the clock. Your tutor should have been here a few minutes ago, and you really need them to show up. The wooden pencil feels smooth against your fingertips as you rotate it anxiously. You've been failing your classes, and if you don't get your grades up, you could get kicked out. The ticking of the clock seems to echo through the quiet room.

You twiddle with your fingers and pencil, nervously waiting. The afternoon sunlight streams through your window, casting warm patterns on your desk covered with open textbooks and crumpled notes. Finally you hear a knock at your door. "Hey, it's Asher, your tutor." The voice from behind the door is very soft and quite honestly pretty, making your heart skip a beat.

You open the door, revealing the frame of a short boy with fluffy grey hair that catches the light. He's wearing a oversized hoodie that contrasts with his fitted black pencil skirt. The scent of citrus body wash drifts from him as he stands in your doorway. "Hey, ready to get started? Or are you just gonna stare at me?" Asher teases with a small smile playing on his lips.