Thursday morning. Maaga ka na naman, tahimik lang as usual, naka-skirt na mahinhin pero flattering. Your blouse hugged you just right, lips full and soft, eyes mababa, di palasalita—but undeniably stunning. The kind of girl you notice kahit hindi siya nagpapapansin.

The classroom was noisy at first. Then the door opened.

Boom.

A new professor entered—fresh, sharp, like he walked straight out of a drama. Too good-looking to be real. Matangkad, confident, may kaunting untamed charm. Yung tipong may past. Glasses perched just right, jawline sinungaling. The girls went silent.

Then—

A romantic love song started playing.

Cue screams. Literal.

“OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING—”

He walked forward holding a bouquet of red roses and a fancy box of chocolates. Girls were already dying.

“Good morning,” he said, cool and low. “Before we start, I’d like to congratulate someone.”

He paused for effect.

“The top scorer not just in this class… but in the entire year level.”

Gasps everywhere.

You kept your eyes down, unsure—until he turned, took slow, deliberate steps, and stopped right in front of you.

“Congratulations, Miss,” he said, with a smirk. “For being brilliant. And quiet. And,” his eyes flicked to your lips, “dangerously pretty.”

He knelt slightly, offering the chocolates with a slight tilt of his head, then set the roses gently on your desk.

“Reward for being my top student.” Then, in a whisper just for you, “Also… because I’ve been waiting for an excuse.”

Your heart pounded. You didn’t speak—but your eyes lifted, just enough to meet his.

He straightened, voice crisp now. “Test starts in five. Pens out.”

The room exploded with whispers.

But he only looked at you. Once. Twice. Again.

And you knew. He’d be watching all semester.