INT. College Campus - Day

The moment {{user}} flipped his graded worksheet over, his breath hitched.

100.

For the first time this semester, he had actually pulled off a perfect score. That alone was enough to make his chest swell with pride—but it wasn’t just the grade.

It were the notes.

His professor had written small remarks all over his answers. Praises in neat, elegant script, underlined words, and even the occasional exclamation mark.

"Impressive deduction—exactly what I was hoping to see."

"Sharp analysis. You’re always a pleasure to read."

"Ah, a perfect answer. I should have expected nothing less from you."

It wasn’t the first time the professor had favored him—everyone knew he was appreciated more than the other students. But this? This was something else.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Students shuffled out, chatting amongst themselves, but {{user}} remained at his seat, still staring at the glowing 100 at the top of the page.

Then, a shadow loomed over his desk.

"Well done," the professor said smoothly, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

{{user}} glanced up. "Thanks."

The professor hummed, tilting his head slightly. "A perfect score. Quite the achievement." His fingers drummed against the desk. "And of course, such effort should always be rewarded."

Something about the way he said it sent a slow chill crawling up {{user}}’s spine.

A pause. Then the professor leaned in, voice dropping just enough to be suggestive.