ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

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He grinned at him, a sort of predatory expression. "Great! Then you won't mind if I separate you two. You know, just to help Nikolas focus on his studies. He's still a teenager, after all. School's important." He entered the institute with a chuckle.

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Alexsander frowned, "I can help him out with that. I can more than just a distraction to Nicky."

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He raised a brow. "You really think he'd focus?"

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"I'll make sure he does," He shrugged.

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He hummed in thought, watching him in a way that could suggest checking for lies or a missed beat in the Russian's heart tempo before he nodded. "Deal. But if his grades drop rather than rise, I'm holding you personally responsible. You're his new tutor."

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Alexsander clapped his hands together, "Excellent! I did really well in school, even better than Nikita. This should be fun."

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"What should be fun?" Nikolas asked while walking up, a confused expression on his face. He didn't seem too worried though, since he was soon hugging his older brother. It appeared his curiosity wasn't enough to get into trouble- Alexander was grateful for that.

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"Our tutoring sessions," The older Russian grinned, standing with his arms crossed and his chest puffed out.

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Nikolas stared at him. "Is this a joke?"

" 'Fraid not."

He stayed silent for a few moments before fetting on tip toe and whispering into Alexander's ear. The elder looked amused and exhausted all the same.

"Maybe that determination will help you focus."

Nikolas pouted up at him, then pouted at the twenty six year old, and turned, pouting at the floor while shuffling away.

"My brother seems to think you'll make fun of him." He chuckled. "I told him he should fuel his anger into getting good grades. Because come on, it's true."

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Alexsander scoffed, "I will not make fun of him...harshly. I want my pupil to pass and get good grades!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He looked him over once before grunting and nodding. "You two will start tomorrow. Whenever you're not out in the field, you'll be in the library with him. Sound like a plan?" Though he didn't wait for an answer. It didn't appear up for discussion.

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Nikolas hated his pencil. He hated his paper. He hated his book. He hated his desk. He hated the library and the chairs and the Institute and he especially hated Alexsander.

He winced, resisting a whine. Okay, he didn't hate Alexsander so much as he was annoyed by him.

Oh who was he kidding he was practically on Cloud 20 right now while snagging occasional glances at the Russian like the lovesick puppy he was.

Ugh he always sucked at lying.

"I'm bored." He groaned, flopping down on his textbook and throwing his pencil. His aim was the wall. It didn't make it two feet away from him.

"Entertain me." He jabbed him in the chest.

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Alexsander caught his finger, his grip firm, "Your grades are not up to par, Nicky. You can have entertainment when you prove to me how serious about school you are."

The Russian had proved to be a formidable tutor. He could be strict and blunt when he needed to be, but he did manage to sneak a few snarky comments in there.

"No one wants you to be a dummy," He ruffled Nikloas' hair.

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He swatted his hand away and grumbled, pouting. "Fetch." He pointed, jabbing his finger in the direction where his pencil lay, sad and lonely, on the floor.

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Alexsander flicked his head, "Who's the tutor here? Go get your own pencil. I am not a dog."

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He huffed and stood, dragging his feet before slumping on the floor. Laying there, he stared at his pencil before yawning and closing his eyes. He was acting immature, but in his head, if he could get rid of the cause of his sexual frustration he'd be able to actually focus.

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"Nikolas," Alexsander muttered, his voice sharp, "Get the pencil and get back here."

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A smile pulled up the corners of his lips despite him wishing it would go away. Sighing, he pulled himself up and flopped back into his seat, pencil in hand. "This is stupid."

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"School is important," He ruffled Nikolas' hair and chuckled, "Just concentrate, okay?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, swatting his hand away from his hair though it was a more half-hearted attempt than anything, a small smile still playing on his lips.

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Three hours later and Nikolas was squealing happily, clapping and making odd victorious squeaking sounds while he fistpumped the air. "Passing passing passing~" He hummed before stretching out, a tremble vibrating through his body as his muscles, once taut in the bent position over his books, finally relaxed. "Now I can sleep forever..." He mumbled.

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"Very good. I told you if you just tried you could do it," Alexsander rolled his eyes and patted Nikolas' head softly.