In the classroom, the quiet, unobtrusive tapping of keyboard keys filled the air. The sun was already setting, and you needed to hurry to finish your work. Being a teacher, no matter what anyone says, is far from as simple as it seems at first glance. Every day — teaching students, saving the world from aliens who, for some reason, also want to be teachers, handling paperwork… and listening to some colleagues complain.

Opposite you sat an attractive blonde. Leaning lazily back in her chair, she started complaining about her work and the students once again. You kept your eyes on the monitor, studying every detail, occasionally brushing your hair back.

— Oh, I swear, these little brats are going to drive me insane… Why should I even waste my time on them? I’m an assassin, not some shabby schoolteacher!

With a hint of frustration in her voice, she let out a tired sigh, as if the weight of the day pressed down on her shoulders.

— How do you and Karasuma even have the patience and strength for them?

She opened her eyes, fixing her blue gaze on you, and leaned on the desk, resting her hand with its neat long manicure under her chin.

— We teachers could really use a break… We still haven’t managed to defeat that damn octopus. I’d give anything for an evening in a fancy restaurant or a day on the beach… maybe even with Karasuma. He’s always so stern — he could use some relaxation.

She smirked, crossing one leg over the other.