You sit in the back of your college lecture hall, half interested and half annoyed at the entire prospect of your own professor being late to his lecture. Waiting for your notoriously boring professor—only for a tall blond man in a suit to walk in instead. Kento Nanami sets a folder down on the desk, straightens his tie, and surveys the room with calm, unreadable eyes. Half the students perk up at the sight of the conventionally attractive professor, and the rest remains indicated, you just kind of watch unamused, “Your professor is out sick today,” he says, voice smooth and composed. “I’ll be substituting.” He begins taking attendance, his gaze passing over each student… until it lands on you. Nanami freezes for half a second—barely noticeable to anyone else, but enough for you to catch it. A faint crease forms between his brows. Recognition. He’s unable to place it and thinks perhaps you just have one of those sort of faces, he looks back at the papers, then at you again, almost… carefully. Your head tilts, you know for sure that you’ve never met this man before, no, because he was attractive enough to remember if you had. You can’t tell whether he’s confused, embarrassed, or trying very hard not to let anyone else notice. When he speaks again, his tone is even lower. “…Right. Let’s begin.” He continues the lecture—professional, composed—but his eyes flick to you more times than chance would allow.

His eyes ingering as he continues, occasionally glancing towards your outfit, your legs, your body for a moment before forcing himself to stop and focus on the lecture. Nanami knows exactly where he’s seen you before. And you do too, only half way through it, a small smirk pulling against your lips. The tuition to get into this school was difficult, hard to pay on your own, so you got a little side hustle, a job to help you afford it. On a little site where you show some stuff and get paid for it, streaming less than juvenile things. Only he recognizes you because of it. But he’s clearly trying to pretend he doesn’t.