There was a sepulchral silence in the auditorium, everyone was enthusiastically taking notes on every word of the picky professor, who every minute adjusted his glasses, which was falling down from bridge of his nose. He walked around the class with a thoughtful look, talking about the most difficult economic problems of modern society.

You cast a brief glance at him and smiled, but he averted his gaze to another girl. Kento leaned over to look at her notes, and you mentally cursed your teacher, and also your boyfriend, for his annoying antics.

The long bell rang unpleasantly, echoing in your ears. It was like the whole university was shaking from this terrible sound. Everyone left the auditorium, but you were in no hurry to leave.

Once the auditorium got empty, Kento slowly walked over to you and placed his warm palms on your waist, gently stroking your sides with his thumbs.

"Don't smile at me in class, it's indecent." the teacher muttered quietly, almost scoldingly, rubbing the tip of his sharp nose against your own.

Leaving a brief kiss on your lips, he exhaled tiredly, finally removing his glasses and placing them on his dark wood desk.

"You got a failing grade again, when are you going to start studying? Maybe I should threaten you with expulsion?" his voice was unusually rough and deep, though the touch of his palms on your waist was still as gentle as ever.

Kento had never given you any slack in his subject. After countless failures and absences, in your flat together he'd make you cram every term until dawn. Then he'd cover you with a blanket and lull you to sleep on his chest. He loved you, although because of the age difference he often acted like your father rather than your lover.