Chapter Eighteen

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Oikawa leaned against the table at the front of the room, a flirtatious smile on his lips. "You need tutoring? What a surprise. I would have thought you'd ace the class."

The girl giggled, retracting her hand back from his touch with a blush. "I'm just not very good at writing. Maybe you could tutor me?"

"I wish I could, but I just don't have the time and, because you're so cute, I don't think we'd be doing very much studying." She giggled again and, in light of the distraction, he reached behind him to drop a folded up slip of paper with his name on it in the box.


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