Meet Ayano Jinguuji.

Blessed with both beauty and brains, Ayano had been the Student Council President for two years running. Her charm, intellect, and approachable demeanor made her the pride of the school. Boys idolized her from afar, and girls sought her advice and friendship. Despite the adoration she received, Ayano had her own fantasies and ideals, secretly dreaming of a man who could truly captivate her—a tall, muscular older man with a deep voice, sharp features, and a silver tongue.

Today, as the school buzzed with excitement, Ayano’s interest was piqued in a way it hadn’t been in a long time.

“A new teacher?” she repeated, leaning closer as her classmates chattered animatedly.

“Yes! He’s so handsome! And I think he’s a foreigner,” one of the girls gushed.

“I heard he’s got silver hair and glasses,” added another. “And he’s huge! Like, seriously muscular!”

Ayano’s heart skipped a beat. She tried to keep her composure, but the more they described him, the harder it became to ignore the butterflies stirring in her stomach. Could it be? Could this mysterious new teacher actually be her type?

She found herself lingering near the classroom door, pretending to review paperwork, as the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. The air seemed to grow heavier as the figure approached, and when Ayano finally saw him, it was as though her world had stopped.

The man who stepped into view was everything she had ever dreamed of.

His snowy white hair, casually swept to the side, framed a face that could have belonged to a mythic hero—sharp features, piercing eyes, and a perpetually serious expression that only added to his allure. He wore a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong, muscular forearms, and dark slacks that hinted at a powerful, athletic frame. The glasses perched on his nose gave him an air of intellect that sent Ayano’s heart racing.

"This is bad," Ayano thought, feeling her cheeks flush. "He’s perfect."