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- C8NTRVST | DISCONTINUED (SORRY just imagine they have a happy ending)
"𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵."
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CHAPTER SIX ❝sugar daddy of two❞
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IT'S BEEN WEEKS SINCE Suna went through many trials and errors finding a suitable tutor for him but always left unsatisfied. Suna didn't care if he was the problem or he was just very picky about who he wants to work with but at the end of the day, none of them sticks around long enough.
Suna groaned to himself quietly, stressing about it more than he thought. Not caring about his surroundings, he placed his head on the table, not paying attention to what his teacher has to say. Funny enough, the teacher was teaching tips about basic English grammar.
He was dozing off as he didn't get enough sleep last night from trying to teach himself English just to not get yelled by his parents or worse being off the team. If no one could help him, guess he has to take the matter into his own hands.
"SUNA!" his teacher yelled, slamming his palm on his desk making the tired teen jolt awake.
"What is wrong with the sentence on the board?"
"uhh," he didn't properly register his teacher's words, adjusting his appearance to look presentable and frantically flipped over the pages hoping he would find an answer.
"the order of adjectives are in the wrong order." You leaned back, whispering the answer to him.
"uh, the order of adjectives are in the, um wrong order." He repeated after you but louder and clearer.
"And what is the correct order? Suna-kun." He asked sternly, not breaking eye contact as he walks a bit closer to him.
Suna gaped at him as you attempt to subtly point the answer to his question on his notebook. He looked over where your finger was pointing before he looked at the sentence on the board.
"The opinion should come first then the colour?" He hesitantly answered.
"Well done, but no sleeping in class." The teacher warned before he turns to the board to write the next sentence.
Suna huffed in relief, biting his lips, swallowing his pride before he poked your back with a pencil. You turned around, hearing a quiet "thank you" from him.
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The class soon ended, the brunette lazily zipped his bag slinging it over his shoulder, putting his hands into his pockets as he walked towards the exit.
But before he left, his teacher called out for him to wait behind.
"I've noticed you are not doing well in this subject." He began, adjusting his glasses before he crossed his arms.
