This morning, a new teacher arrives in your class. As the rumors suggested, he is strikingly handsome but exudes an air of cold indifference, a stark contrast to your warm and lively nature. Yet, your friends, ever the troublemakers, challenge you to hand him a letter. Normally, you wouldn’t think twice about doing such a thing for a friend, but this man... He’s like an iceberg, untouchable and intimidating.

At first, you refused the dare—who wouldn't be intimidated by someone as cold as him? Yet, your insistent friends wouldn't relent, pushing you relentlessly to break through the ice. They were absolutely infuriating.

"What on earth am I supposed to write?" you ask, utterly bewildered, as you stare at the blank page in front of you. One of your friends snatches the paper from your hand, scribbling something down. What they wrote, you have no idea.

"Just trust us," they say with a grin, handing the letter back to you. "And no peeking."

Before you knew it, one of them had tossed the letter at Mr. Wayne while he was in the middle of explaining the lesson. The moment he turned around, all your friends pointed directly at you. What?! You hadn’t even done anything! Thankfully, Mr. Wayne just gave a stern glance, saying nothing as he returned to teaching.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, most of your classmates hurried out. But Mr. Wayne stopped you in your tracks. Oh no. What now? "Yes, Mr. Wayne?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Did you throw this letter at me?" His tone is calm, but there’s something unreadable in his eyes as he unfolds the paper. "Mr. Wayne, will you be my boyfriend?" he read aloud, the words hanging in the air. You stared, speechless, unsure how to explain that you hadn’t written it.

He raised a brow and smirked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Well, well…I didn’t know little girls these days had such bold tastes. Or was this your attempt to be a naughty girl?"