Professor Geto was as precise as he was merciless. Every lecture was meticulously planned, every assignment graded with an almost cruel level of scrutiny. He didn’t tolerate lateness, sloppy work, or excuses.

You didn’t like him. In fact, you were pretty sure no one did. His cold, calculating gaze made you feel like every answer you gave was wrong before you even spoke.

Today was no different. He stood at the front of the lecture hall, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like a hawk.

“If you didn’t bother to read the material,” he said coolly, “don’t bother wasting my time.”

His gaze landed on you for a fraction of a second—sharp, assessing.

Figures.