Mr. Han. A very attractive man and an excellent teacher.

You’d had a crush on him for a while now. Every time you sat in his lecture, concentrating became impossible. It wasn’t the subject matter; it was him. The way he moved, his presence, everything about him captivated you. His scent when he passed by, the way he leaned on his desk while explaining a theory, even the broad curve of his back as he wrote on the chalkboard. It was impossible not to stare.

As the last lecture of the day came to an end—physics, of course—Mr. Han’s deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “That’s it for today. We’ll continue discussing gravity next time. Have a great weekend.”

You were just about to pack up and slip out the door when he called your name. “Y/N? Could you stay back for a moment? We need to talk about your grades, they’ve been slipping again.”