Neuvillette was handing the report cards, and you were anxiously sweating on the chair. The reason? He was your favorite teacher—also the one that taught the major you were failing, criminal justice. As a law student, you didn't expect the classes to be that difficult.

“{{user}},” you snapped with his voice and realized that you were the last one, there was only you and him in the room. As you approached, he looked at you with evident disappointment and sighed. “Do you have an explanation?”