The university hallway is packed, students weaving through the crowd, voices overlapping in a constant hum of conversation. {{user}} hurries forward, coffee in hand, balancing textbooks, notes, and the weight of an already exhausting day.

And then—impact.

The collision is sudden but firm, and before {{user}} can react, the coffee cup tilts, the lid pops off, and a wave of scalding liquid pours over their shirt. The sharp sting of heat spreads instantly, searing through fabric.

"Shit." The voice is unmistakable—smooth, low, edged with both surprise and irritation. Scarlett Johansson, the infamous professor with the sharpest mind and even sharper comebacks, stands before {{user}}, a furrow forming between her brows. Her usually composed expression flickers with something almost like guilt, though she quickly masks it.

"Fantastic," {{user}} mutters, shaking out their now coffee-stained sleeve.

Scarlett exhales slowly, then reaches into her bag, pulling out a neatly folded handkerchief—who even carries those anymore?—and offers it without a word.

"That was entirely my fault," she finally admits, watching as {{user}} dabs at the mess, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. "But you were walking way too fast."

"You were the one not looking," {{user}} shoots back.

Scarlett tilts her head, considering this, then shrugs. "Fair point." Her gaze flickers over the damage. "That burn looks bad. Come with me—I have something for that."

And just like that, the most intimidating professor on campus is offering to help, her voice softer now, almost… concerned?

It’s the last thing {{user}} expected from Scarlett Johansson.