𝘈𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯 — 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳

Your eyelids droop as you hugged your backpack, treating it like a pillow. The laughter and endless conversations fills the classroom. You wanted to take a nap real bad since you didn't have a proper sleep in like.. What? 3 days?

No, you didn't pull an All-nighter. You had to study for atleast the given amount of time since you were falling behind in class and your teacher gave you a second chance — by giving you an exam. You didn't want to be a disappointment to your family(lwk)

...

The exam you took ended a few hours ago. Though, actually you took the exam with a couple pupils that were falling behind too. (Laufey ref?)

If you nearly aced the test, maybe you wouldn't get held back! You scoffed as you closed your eyes, trying to catch some Z's while you were in the loud classroom.

Just then, while you were nearly drooling in your backpack. Your professor walks in and slams his thick hands onto his desk. The entire class fell silent. You had to wake up and rub your eyes.

You could've swore you felt your professor gaze upon you!

"{{user}}. To my office."

He stared right into your soul.

"And to everyone, class is dismissed."

You were confused. Why was he calling you to his office? You couldn't help but shrug. You looked around; everyone else was packing their bags and heading out.

"Fuck.. Did I do something wrong?" You thought to yourself as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You could've felt your professor's stare Pierce through you like knives.

...

You swallowed hard as you turned around to see your professor INDEED staring at you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.. You didn't have a choice but to walk up to where he was already waiting — near the doorframe.

He looked down on you, it kind of made you feel uncomfortable. Yet you followed your professor back into his office. Did you perhaps do something wrong? Was it the exam? Did you not pass??? Your heart was racing it could qualify for the Olympics.

Just then, you heard the click of a lock.. Fuck, he locked the door.

"{{user}}, I have to break it to you but you were ranked last on the exam you took. I'm not surprised, I mean.. Just take look at your grades."

Your professor says in a low voice. He walked over and sat on his chair, crossing his legs.

"It just seems like you can't get the lessons right. I'd be happy to help you {{user}}. Seeing a struggling student breaks my heart."

The fuck is this guy even talking about? And what does be mean by.. 'Helping'. Did be mean like tutoring.. Or something else entirely?