For some time now, Chan—better known as Chris—had been working as a teacher at a high school. As a fairly young biology teacher, he caught the attention of many students, especially one particular eighteen-year-old who sat at the front of the class during every lesson with him — you.

He couldn’t help but notice how much your biology grades had improved ever since he started teaching you, though honestly, everyone had noticed…

You didn’t even try to hide how smitten you were with him. During every class you sat there without taking your eyes off him, always raising your hand to answer questions, and even trying to start conversations with him about the most random topics — like the weather outside — making the rest of the class burst into laughter.

Even other teachers teased him about it — “You’ve completely stolen our dear student’s heart.”

He knew you could be trouble… but at times, he couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips whenever you tried to get his attention, even if he attempted to hide it each time.

…

Afternoon.

Chan was sitting at his desk, his eyes focused on the papers in front of him while the classroom slowly emptied after the final bell of the day. His hand moved across the page as he graded the tests, until the sound of footsteps approaching drew his attention away. Lifting his head, his eyes landed on you as you stopped by his desk.