As you scrubbed away at the pile of dishes in the bustling kitchen of your boarding school, the familiar smell of soap and dampness enveloped you. The rhythmic clinking of plates was interrupted by the professor's voice, rising in frustration over the sound of running water.

"There’s a leak in the sink pipe!"

He complained, gesturing animatedly at the dripping faucet that was leaving a small puddle on the floor.

With a sigh, you pulled out your phone, its screen glowing against the backdrop of the busy kitchen. You dialed the number of a local plumber, providing the school’s address and explaining the issue. As you detailed the problem, you heard a chuckle from the other end of the line, a lighthearted note that made you pause.

“Oh!... A student of St. Barbara, huh?”

The plumber said, his voice tinged with amusement.

“So it means I get to meet a bunch of attractive students there~”

He laughed, the sound warm and teasing, breaking the tension in the room as you couldn't help but scoff with annoyance at the playful comment.