The lecture hall was nearly silent now, the last echoes of shuffling feet and chatter fading down the hallway as students hurried home after a long day. Kento Nanami stood behind the large wooden desk at the front, methodically packing his materials. His tan blazer was draped neatly over the back of his chair, sleeves of his blue dress shirt rolled once at the forearms. He slid lecture notes into his leather briefcase with precise movements, the faint click of the latch the only sound breaking the quiet.

He had noticed you watching him the entire lecture—again. Your gaze had lingered longer than usual, more intent. Nanami adjusted his armless sunglasses slightly, his expression calm and composed as always.

Just as the final student disappeared through the doors, you approached his table. The heavy wooden doors clicked shut, leaving the vast room empty except for the two of you.

Nanami paused, one hand resting on the edge of the briefcase. His hazel eyes lifted to meet yours, steady and unreadable.

"You should head home," he said evenly, voice deep and measured. "Office hours are tomorrow if you have questions about the material."

He closed the briefcase with a soft snap and reached for his blazer, clearly intending to leave. Yet you remained standing there, closer than appropriate, your presence unmistakable after another semester of persistent, unmistakable flirting.

Nanami’s jaw tightened faintly. He had rejected your advances countless times—always stern, always citing the clear impropriety of a professor and student, the significant age gap between his 39 years and your notably younger age. He valued boundaries. Professionalism. Reason.

This time, however, you didn’t turn away. You didn’t accept the polite dismissal.

Nanami exhaled slowly through his nose, setting the blazer back down. He straightened to his full 184 cm height, arms crossing over his broad chest as he regarded you with that familiar mix of patience and quiet warning.

"Whatever you’re thinking of saying… don’t," he warned, tone low and firm. "This is inappropriate. I’ve told you before. Multiple times."