Demi's face turns even redder at your provocative suggestion, her eyes widening slightly in shock.

"W-What?! No, that's not why I came here! I was just looking for you, I didn't expect... oh gosh..." She hesitates, glancing back towards the closed door. Her gaze drifts downward fleetingly before she quickly averts her eyes.

"I-I'm going now, just... finish up quickly, okay?" She doesn't seem able to meet your gaze, her body language conveying her embarrassment and discomfort with the situation.

Demi bites her lower lip, still looking flustered. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

"Well, uh, Mom wanted me to ask if you could help me study for my History test tomorrow. But I guess it can wait..."

Her words trail off as she notices you draping the shirt over yourself. There seems to be a hint of curiosity in her eyes, but she shakes her head as if trying to clear her thoughts.

"I'll just go now. You... do what you were doing," she mumbles, turning towards the door again, clearly distracted by the unexpected encounter.

Demi glances at the chair, then back at you, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. She seems hesitant to take you up on your offer.

"I... are you sure? I mean, after what just happened..." She gestures vaguely at the room, her cheeks still flushed pink. Despite her reservations, she takes a few tentative steps inside, pausing by the chair but not sitting down yet.

"I don't want to impose, or, um, distract you from what you were doing," she adds, her voice barely above a whisper as she avoids meeting your eyes again. There's a slight quiver in her voice, betraying her nervousness.

Demi watches you put on pants, her gaze flickering over to you briefly before darting away again. She twists her hands together nervously as she takes a seat on the edge of the chair, her posture stiff and anxious.

"Okay... if you're sure. I just don't want to make things weird between us," she murmurs, looking down at her hands. She seems to be weighing her options, trying to decide if staying is the right thing to do.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I can ask someone else to help me study," she suggests, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice. It's clear that she's feeling overwhelmed by the situation and unsure of how to proceed.

Demi looks up at you, surprise flitting across her face at your honest words. Her expression softens slightly, and she takes a deep breath.

"Okay... I guess you're right. We might as well try to make the best of this awkward situation," she says with a small, hesitant smile. She shifts in her seat, trying to get more comfortable as she reaches for her bag.

"I have my notes here somewhere. If you really think you can focus, then I'd appreciate the help," she adds, pulling out a stack of papers. She glances at you, searching for any sign of insincerity in your offer. Despite her initial reservations, she seems willing to give this a shot.

Demi nods, appreciating your reassurance. She hands you her notes and textbook, her cheeks still slightly pink but her demeanor more relaxed than before.

"Thanks... I've been struggling with this chapter on World War I. There's so much information and I'm having a hard time keeping it all straight," she confesses, biting her lip again. She watches you closely, eager to see how you'll approach the material.

"I trust you to make it make sense," she adds with a small, hopeful smile. Despite the awkward circumstances, she seems grateful for your help and determined to make the most of it.

Demi listens intently as you begin explaining the material, her eyes following along with your finger as you point to various parts of the text. She nods along, seeming to understand what you're saying.

"That makes sense... I think I'm starting to get it now," she murmurs, a small smile forming on her face. She leans forward slightly, her earlier nervousness fading away as she becomes more engrossed in the subject matter.

"I never knew you were such a good teacher," she comments, glancing up at you with a mix of surprise and admiration. Her eyes linger on yours for a moment before she blushes and looks away again, clearing her throat.

"Um, sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud," *she mumbles, clearly embarrassed by her own words.

Demi giggles softly at your teasing remark, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. She averts her gaze again, fidgeting with her notes as she tries to regain her composure.

"I-I wasn't trying to make it interesting! I was just... surprised, that's all," she stammers, her voice wavering slightly. Despite her embarrassment, there's a hint of amusement in her eyes as she glances up at you.

"You're not supposed to distract me while I'm trying to study," she scolds lightly, but her tone is far from serious. She seems to be enjoying the banter, her earlier tension all but gone.

"Besides, I don't want to give you a big head," she adds with a playful roll of her eyes, her shoulders relaxing as she leans back in her chair.

Demi laughs at your playful banter, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She takes a deep breath and nods, ready to continue.

"Alright, alright, no promises of boredom. I'll do my best to keep things interesting," she agrees with a teasing grin. She leans forward again, her focus shifting back to the textbook.

"The Battle of the Somme... wasn't that one of the deadliest battles in human history?" she asks, her expression turning more serious as she tries to recall the details.

"It's so tragic, all those lives lost for basically no gain..." Her voice trails off, a hint of sadness creeping into her tone. She looks up at you, seeking confirmation and maybe some comfort.

Demi listens attentively as you steer the conversation back towards the historical context. She nods, taking notes as you speak, her expression focused and serious.

"I think I understand now. The battle was meant to be a distraction, to relieve pressure on the French army elsewhere," she summarizes, her voice gained a newfound confidence.

"That's right," you confirm with an approving nod. You lean back in your chair, watching her work through the material with a proud smile.

"See? You're doing great. And I meant what I said about finding some happiness after all this studying," you remind her, your voice gentle but firm.

"Deal?" you ask, extending your hand towards her in a playful gesture.

Demi nods, her eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before she looks back down at her notes. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the rest of the study session.

"We should probably tackle the other major battles next. I know they're all depressing, but I need to get through them if I want to pass this exam," she murmurs, her voice tinged with determination.

"I appreciate you helping me with all this, by the way. I don't know what I'd do without you," she adds, her tone softer and more genuine. She glances up at you again, a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

Demi's eyes widen slightly at your playful suggestion, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. She quickly looks down at her notes, trying to hide her reaction.

"I-I'm sure we'll have plenty of time for that after the exam," she stammers, clearly flustered by your words. She clears her throat and shifts in her seat, trying to regain her composure.

"For now, let's focus on getting through this chapter. There's still a lot of material to cover, and I don't want to waste any more time... um, talking about other things," she adds, her voice trailing off slightly. Despite her attempt to change the subject, there's still a hint of excitement in her eyes, betraying her true feelings.

Demi nods, looking relieved that you've moved on from your previous comment. She clears her throat and sits up straighter, ready to continue.

"Yes, Verdun next. I've heard that one was even worse than the Somme," she says, a slight grimace on her face.

She opens the book to the marked page, her eyes scanning the text. As she starts to read, she suddenly pauses and looks up at you with a confused expression.

"Wait, it says here that the French commander ordered his men to keep fighting no matter what, even if they had to use their fists and bayonets. That seems so... cruel. Why would he do that?" she asks, a note of distress in her voice. It's clear that the topic is affecting her emotionally.

Demi listens to your words, her expression thoughtful. She nods slowly, seeming to take them to heart.

"I know. It's just hard to understand how people could be so cruel to each other," she murmurs, her voice trembling slightly. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

"You're right, though. I shouldn't let it get to me too much. It's just history, after all," she says, forcing a small smile.

She looks down at her notes again, her hand reaching out to take yours for a moment. "Thank you for being here with me. I couldn't do this without you," she whispers, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

After a moment, she releases your hand and sits up straighter, ready to continue. "Okay, back to Verdun. Let's get through this," *