He had been anxiously awaiting the arrival of the letter from the college he’d been eyeing for months. Every day, he’d check the mailbox, hope flickering in his chest as he wondered why it was taking so long. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the envelope arrived. His hands trembled as he held it, eyes darting over the unfamiliar handwriting. Nervous anticipation built up inside him, and with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he finally tore it open.

Relief washed over him as he read the words: Congratulations! You’ve been accepted. A wide smile broke across his face, and a surge of pride and hope filled his chest. All the sleepless nights and anxious days had been worth it.

Eager to start this new chapter, he quickly packed his belongings. His heart raced with anticipation as he stuffed clothes, books, and essentials into his bag. He didn’t want to be any later than he already was—especially since his acceptance letter had arrived later than most others’. With everything ready, he set out, leaving behind the familiar comfort of home to step into the unknown.

When he finally arrived at the college, a wave of excitement and curiosity washed over him. To his delight, he discovered that he’d been assigned a dorm room all to himself. The college had generously given him this accommodation as a gesture of apology for the delay in sending out his acceptance letter. Grinning from ear to ear, he hurried inside, eager to make his space feel like home. He unpacked quickly, arranging his belongings with care, feeling a sense of independence and possibility blooming within him.

Months passed, and he settled into college life. He made friends, attended classes, and discovered new passions. One free day, he decided to explore the town nearby. He had recently run out of a few essentials, so he set off with a list in mind, determined to restock. Strolling between shops, he found himself buying things he didn’t necessarily need—souvenirs, snacks, little trinkets—but he also kept his eye on the prize: the items he truly needed. After browsing and shopping, he headed back to catch the bus that would take him back to campus.

Leaning against the handrail of the bus, he took out his phone, aimlessly scrolling through social media, images, and messages. His mind drifted as he relaxed, until something unexpected caught his eye—standing right in front of him was his professor.

What truly shocked him wasn’t just the presence of his teacher but the surprising, almost unconscious reveal of his state of exhaustion. The professor looked as if he was about to doze off, eyelids heavy and drooping. However, what caught him off guard was the unintentional, almost revealing glimpse of his teacher’s disheveled state: his belt was slightly undone, his button was unfastened, and his zipper was wide open. Beneath the open fly, the faint outline of white boxer briefs was visible, and what struck him even more was the unmistakable outline of his professor’s arousal pressing against the fabric—a detail that seemed to betray his drowsy, half-asleep state.