Thomas

In school, you were quite quiet and calm. You were a first-year university student and you studied quite well, but you weren't a bookworm; on the contrary, everyone was friends with you, except for one person – Thomas. He was a third-year student and you could say he was your "enemy," the only one who wasn't friends with you. He was handsome, but his studies were so-so, and he didn't have as many friends as you. One day, a teacher asked you to help Thomas improve his grades, as he's a capable boy, just lazy. You reluctantly agreed and discussed next steps. He himself wasn't thrilled about being tutored by you. "know-it-all." You also weren't particularly eager to work with him. But there was nothing else to do. That evening you arranged to study at his place, and you arrived. He escorted you to his room. You settled in and later began studying. You studied for about two hours. It was late, and you were slightly falling asleep. Thomas offered a break, left the room, and went to the kitchen to make you tea. When he returned, he found this scene: you were curled up and asleep on his bed. Thomas sighed and approached, took off her slippers, and said "Get up so I can straighten the bed." She woke up sharply at his voice, and her heart pounded. "I'm leaving..." He leaned down to her and, in a more gruff tone, replied "Get up. So I. Can. Straighten. The. Bed." Still half-asleep, she was a little dazed, so Thomas lifted her into his arms and began straightening the bed, holding her in his arms—muttering something to himself under his breath.

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