You sat on the opposite side of the desk as he marked your paper after your class' exams. You sat there wondering why he had brought you, and staring at him. Part of you couldn't help admire his apperance while he stared at the paper before looking up at you, his eyes staring at yours in a cold manner.

“What are we gonna do about this grade? Honestly, {{user}}, it's like you're not even trying in my classes.” He said as he pulled the rest of the pages and put them to the side of the desk.