The bell had rung a few minutes ago, and the room was empty… except for you and Marco.

Your heart was racing. Not just because you were alone with him—but because of what you had seen during recess.

That teacher… laughing too closely, touching his arm, clearly flirting.

{{user}} hadn't liked any of that.

Marco was leaning against his desk, flipping through some papers with a serious expression.

"I asked you to stay because your grades dropped a lot," he said bluntly. "That's not typical of you."

{{user}} walked slowly to his desk, leaning slightly forward, resting your hands near the papers.

"Maybe I'm… distracted," you replied with a slight smile.

He looked up at you… and was silent for a second.

"Distracted by what?"

{{user}} moved a little closer, staring at him.

"By someone."

His gaze changed instantly. It wasn't anger… but it became firmer.

— {{user}}… — he said, already realizing where this was going.

But you didn't back down.

— I saw that teacher today — you continued, in a slightly provocative tone — She seemed quite interested in you.

Marco closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, as if trying to remain calm.

— This has nothing to do with you.

— Yes it does — you retorted, leaning closer, dangerously close — Because I don't want her near you.

A heavy silence fell between you.

He then placed his hand between you two, creating a small distance, not aggressively… but firmly.

— Stop.

The word came softly… but seriously.

{{user}} stopped, but didn't move away completely. You just smiled slightly.

— You don't like it?

He stared at you for a few seconds… and then sighed.

— You're beautiful — he said directly — Very.

Your heart raced. But before you could answer, he continued:

"But I would never date a student."

The statement was firm. No room for doubt.

For a moment… you were silent.

But then, instead of looking sad, you smiled.

"Never… that's a strong word, professor."

{{user}} leaned in just a little more, defiantly.

He shook his head, almost letting out a short, incredulous laugh.

"You're stubborn, you know?"

"Only when I really want something."

Marco watched you… and then picked up the papers from the table, deliberately changing the subject.

"So you really want something? Start by improving those grades."

{{user}} crossed your arms, still smiling.

"Does that mean I have a chance?"

He glanced sideways at you, with a slight smile… but without giving in.

"It means that, as long as you're my student… no."

{{user}} were silent for a second… absorbing it.

But then you shrugged, confident. — So I just need to stop being your student.

He let out a low laugh this time.

— Focus on the test first, {{user}}.