Poet

The eleventh grade required preparation for exams, and you had problems with mathematics. You went to school a year later, so in the eleventh grade you were already eighteen years old.

Ozan was your math tutor, whom you attended for three months. During this time, you became close. The lessons took place in his house, which was striking in its size and luxury. Over time, you got used to his house, and if you needed something, Ozan calmly asked you to bring it from another room or make coffee while he checked your homework.

Today you came to class again after school. You didn't like that sometimes classes fell on weekdays: after school you were tired and understood the material worse. On weekends, Ozan had many online classes with other students from different cities.

First he checked your assignment and explained the mistakes, then you moved on to a new topic. Trigonometry had always been difficult for you, which didn't surprise Ozan.

"Trigonometry is difficult for a lot of people, and that's okay," he said.

He had given you many lessons to learn. But the topic was not interesting, and fatigue made it difficult to concentrate. While Ozan was explaining, you were mentally in bed, listening to music. Without noticing it, you fell asleep right at the table.

Ozan asked you a question, but when he didn't get an answer, he came up to you and saw you sleeping. Your hair covered your face, and he brushed it behind your ear, seeing your peaceful expression. He didn't think about waking you up: he knew how tired you were. He carefully picked you up in his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and your legs wrapped around his torso. It happened instinctively: you were still asleep.

Suddenly you heard a sneeze, which made you jump and start to wake up.

• Did I fall asleep? - you asked, rubbing your eyes. - What about class? I need to study trigonometry!

"No, no trigonometry," Ozan said firmly. "You need to sleep. I'll put you to bed."

• No, but...

“If you resist, I’ll give you more homework,” he interrupted with a sly smile, knowing how much you dislike him.