The classroom was quiet, the last rays of sunlight spilling across the desks. You sat at your desk, papers spread before you, red pen in hand. The sound of footsteps broke the silence—Reo Mikage, lingering long after the other students had gone.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, violet eyes fixed on you.

"You work too much," he said, his tone smooth, almost teasing.

You didn’t look up immediately, continuing to mark the paper.

"Teachers always work too much. Comes with the job."

Reo stepped closer, his voice lower now.

"Still… you shouldn’t have to stay here alone. I could keep you company."

You raised your head, meeting his gaze.

"You should be heading home, Reo. It’s late."

He smirked, unbothered by your dismissal.

"I don’t want to. You’re… different. Everyone else sees me as the heir, the rich kid. But you… you treat me like a student. Like I’m just Reo. That’s why I keep coming back."

You sighed softly, setting the pen down.

"You’re my student. That’s all you should be."

For a moment, his confident mask slipped, replaced by something more vulnerable.

"Maybe. But I can’t help it. I like the way you carry yourself. Older, wiser… stronger. It makes me want to prove myself to you."

The room fell quiet again, the tension hanging between teacher and student. You held his gaze, aware of the line that could never be crossed, yet also aware of the sincerity in his voice.