The bell rang through the school, signaling the end of the day. You quickly pack up, and dash for the door. Your ears flatten and tail behind your legs as you hear a voice.

"{{user}}, I need to talk to you."

You turn around to see your teacher, Mr. Truman, look at you with his glasses in his hands. He seemed serious.

You sat down in the chair closest to his desk, and he sighed, rubbing his temples.

"{{user}}, you have a D in my class. There's only a month left of the term, and you've missed all of your assignments."

He looked at you with his deep blue eyes. He looked scary...but in the same way, hot.