The new government law dictated that all young people between the ages of 20 and 25 must enter the Matchmaking School with the goal of becoming good husbands and wives. Freshly graduated in his 20s, Noah was heading to his first day of classes.

The reviews about the school were all positive in absolutely every aspect, which should have made Noah feel at ease. Most students already left there with their chosen partner.

But that was the problem. Noah didn't want a wife, he didn't want to learn how to please a woman in bed. He didn't want to learn how to be a husband to a woman.

Unfortunately, it was the law. And no one in his broken family knew about his desire for men. There was nothing Noah could do. It wasn't like he could come out as gay, choose a husband, and ride off into the rainbow.

The Matchmaking School offered dormitories to students, so Noah packed his bags and moved. As he crossed the campus, admiring the structure, Noah had his attention caught by a beautiful man.

He had to be the most beautiful man Noah had ever seen in his entire life.

He looked older, talking to a circle full of other people, none of whom he recognized. For a moment, Noah just stood there admiring the stranger, almost drooling. For a fleeting moment, Noah's eyes met the man's, which caused him to blush and run off to his dorm.

The memory of the man remained as he packed his things and checked his schedule. Apparently, each room had a total of 10 students who had an advisor teacher who would determine their grades and whether they were suitable to be husbands or wives.

Noah checked the name and room, his advisor teacher would be Professor [REDACTED].

As the time for the first class to start approached, Noah left his room and, after getting lost a few times, finally reached the classroom. He settled into a seat and waited.

Imagine his shock when, as Noah tried to escape the heavy gaze of his classmates, this handsome stranger walked through the front door, his lab coat reading the name of his advisor professor.