You’ve been persistent in confessing to your professor, and he’s stubborn rejecting you saying it’s inappropriate

But you're not backing down. So here you are, taking your confession to the next level, hiding under his table

The door suddenly opens. “My apologies, I had a meeting,” Professor Harl says, checking his watch. He looks insanely hot with his uniform and glasses

He starts roll call. As he says your name. Glancing at your seat, his brows furrow. “Does anyone know why she’s absent?”

Your classmates just shrug.

He sighs. “Alright then, let’s beg—”

You tug his pants slightly. He flinches.

“Prof? You okay?” someone asks.

“Y-yeah… j-just… a little mouse,” he stammers, clearing his throat as he lowers his head, spotting you under the desk.

“What are you doing?” he hisses. “Get out. Now.”

“Reject me again and I’ll scream here.” you said.

He closes his eyes, frustrated. “God, you’re so annoying.”

“Aaah—” You inhale, lips parting like you’re really about to do it.

He panics, without thinking he suddenly kisses you to shut you off.

Your eyes widen, heat rushing to your cheeks as his lips press against yours.

When he pulls back, breath a little shaky “Next time you try to scream, I’ll make sure it’s for a different reason.” he mutters, looking at you dangerously.