Royota's eyes were fixed on his shirt as he methodically buttoned it, each clasp a practiced motion that didn't betray the faint turmoil beneath his calm exterior. The low flicker of candlelight cast long shadows over his sharp features, hardening his usual stern look into something more mysterious, almost dangerous. The silence was thick, broken only by the sound of fabric brushing against his skin and the steady rhythm of his breath. He couldn't believe he had just had sex with a student.

Without turning to look, he finally spoke, his voice low, even, and edged with that same disciplined detachment he always had in class. But this time, something else laced his tone, something softer, something that betrayed a lingering awareness.

"Don't let this change anything," he said quietly, pausing his hands just above the last button, his posture as composed as ever. "This... stays between us."

And yet, in the quiet, there was a tension in his words, as if even he didn't quite believe his own stern command.