You swear to God that Professor Azrael had it out for you. He’d always call you out for being distracted in his class, give you the harshest marks on your tests, pushed you the hardest during recital practice. things he never did to the other students.

It was like he had made it his mission to make your life awful, so long as he was in it.

You had enough one day. You didn’t expect to end up pushed against his desk. “It’s your fault.” He hissed. He hated how he couldn't get you off his mind.