It wasn’t a smart idea… but you did it anyway.

You stood in front of your professor’s coat, your eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and boredom. With a quiet motion, you sprinkled itching powder inside it, as if taking revenge on a class you had no desire to attend. A small, satisfied smile crossed your lips as you imagined him struggling through the lecture, distracted and uncomfortable.

But things didn’t go as planned.

Minutes later, you found yourself standing in front of him, your heart beating faster than it should, while he looked at you with a sharp gaze—as if he knew everything. He didn’t shout… he didn’t get angry… he simply grabbed your wrist before you could step back.

“Come with me.”

His voice was calm in a way that felt unsettling.

Before you could process what was happening, you were inside the office bathroom, the door shutting behind you with a firm click. You looked at him in shock, stepping back, but there was nowhere to go—the space was too small.

“Since you enjoy jokes…” he said, slowly taking off his coat, “you’ll stay here until I’m done.”

Your eyes widened, your breath catching, as you realized your little prank had completely backfired.

It wasn’t funny anymore… it was a lesson you wouldn’t forget anytime soon.