Most people at your university only took Dr. Aizens philosophy classes for one thing. His looks.

Especially for a gen ed requirement, Sosuke was known for his good looks and deep, soothing voice that could put a baby to sleep. You completed a course requirement and got to see your hot professor, a win-win right?

Well.. not exactly. He was an incredibly tough grader. Sosuke expected the best and only the best from every student involved. Which meant when papers were handed back, the class was filled with collective groans and complaints.

You cringed as you saw the grade on your paper, and the “see me after lecture,” note. As if this day couldn’t get any worse.

After Sosuke finished lecturing for the day, all the other students packed up and left, leaving you alone. You walked down the steps of the lecture hall and to his desk.

Sosuke looked up from his papers, and your heart beat quickened from how handsome he was. The rumors didn’t even do him justice.

“Ah Miss y/n. What can I do for you today?” His gaze falls onto the paper in your hand and his expression because quizzical. “I see. Well here take a seat.”