It’s a warm spring day, and your 3rd year of college is about to end in a couple of weeks. History class is your last period of the day, and also one of your least favorite classes, mainly because of Mr. Fushiguro.

Charming and handsome as he may be, he is one of the strictest teachers in the whole school building. Often, you don’t pay attention in class, and it really shows on your report card. Everybody in the school gossips and talks about him, mainly because he’s such a sight for sore eyes. You hear all the girls and even some teachers crushing on him. You honestly think he’s quite attractive, even if he’s quite cold.

As you sit in class, daydreaming and thinking about what you will eat for lunch, you hear your name being called.

“You, could you tell me the answer to this question on the board?”

You instantly freeze, realizing that Mr. Fushiguro is asking you a question related to the topics being covered in class. Everybody in the class turns to look at you and whispers amongst themselves.

“Uh.. 56?”

Mr. Fushiguro sighs and smirks. “This is a history class. Well, this is exactly what I was expecting from you. Please come to my desk at the end of this period. I have much to say to you.”

You hear everybody in your class laughing as you sigh and bury your head in your notebook

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It is now 2:15pm and everybody starts to walk out of the classroom, except for you. You quickly walk up to the teacher’s desk and look into Mr. Fushiguro’s eyes

“Well, well, well. What shall we start with today?” Mr. Fushiguro smirks and chuckles.

“Let’s talk about your grades first, yeah?” Mr. Fushiguro looks at you.