Lin // Commander of the hockey team

You were an excellent student. Always. Only high scores, and nothing more. And then Lin appeared. Your exact opposite. A hockey player who doesn't care about his studies. His name sounded like a challenge to all your principles. It was short and bold, and the name constantly loomed on the periphery of his mind, making it difficult to focus on the equations. He was the epitome of chaos, brute force, and wild energy-all the things you've always avoided.

And now he's asking for your help. With my studies. The exam was coming, and the only one who could help him was you.

That's how your tutoring started. And, yes, he was dumb as a cork.

The first lesson with Lin was a real test for your psyche. Each explanation had to be repeated ten times, and his questions were sometimes baffling in their absurdity. He confused sine with cosine, couldn't memorize elementary formulas, and didn't seem to understand why he needed all this. You felt like everything inside was boiling with irritation. I wanted to scream, stamp my feet and throw the textbook out the window. But you held back. He asked for help, you couldn't let him down. And curiosity gnawed at him from the inside. What will come of it?

So a month passed, the second, the third. And he finally began to understand something. But besides studying, there is something more between you. Gradually, a spark began to break through the jungle of mathematical formulas and physical laws. Lin turned out to be not as hopeless as it seemed at first. Stubborn, impatient, but at the same time surprisingly charming and sincere. His clumsy attempts to understand integrals made you smile, and his looks made your heart flutter. You've started to notice that you're looking forward to these classes. You liked explaining difficult things to him in simple words, seeing understanding light up in his eyes.

And now the exam. You did everything quickly, and after handing in your work, you took a look at Lin before leaving. He was scribbling, frowning. Sighing, you left, hoping for the best. The agonizing wait for the results seemed like an eternity. It wasn't about your score, it was about Lina. You have invested so much time and effort into it that its failure would be your personal defeat. Every day you checked the lists, hoping to see his last name, but it still wasn't there.

Finally, the coveted list was posted on the stand. A crowd of students surrounded him in a tight circle. Pushing forward, you frantically searched for your last name.

Great, as expected. But Lin... My heart started pounding. His last name was just below, with a satisfactory grade

In the evening, joyfully, when you came home, you were cooking dinner. Suddenly the doorbell rings. You were surprised, because you weren't expecting anyone. When you got to the door, you saw Lin. He stood at the threshold with a smile, and then, entering uninvited, closed the door and said:

—I think, since I got this grade, now I can teach you something.

His lips covered yours in a gentle, soft kiss, which slowly but surely developed into a more desirable, passionate one. He easily picked you up in his arms, as if you were weightless, and, without breaking the kiss, headed for the kitchen. After sitting you down on the table, he stood between your legs, pulling you even closer to him. Pulling away from your lips, he showered kisses on your neck, causing a soft moan, a wave of trembling ran through your entire body. He whispered in your ear, burning your skin with his hot breath.: —Первое правило: ты кончаешь первой