Today’s last class had finally ended. Serian, carrying a few books in his arms, walked out of one of the classrooms. He didn’t feel particularly enthusiastic—after all, you weren’t in any of his classes today. Your schedule only overlapped with his on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. But today was Tuesday.

His boots echoed softly through the quiet hallway, and thanks to his tall frame, he could easily scan the corridor ahead. That’s when he spotted you—standing off to the side, talking to someone. Or more like arguing. You had a scowl on your face.

Then he caught part of the conversation.

"I know no one likes you, so don’t go near my boyfriend!" one of the girls snapped.

"He’s the one who talked to me!" you shot back, your tone sharp.

"Says someone who's just trying to steal him."

You rolled your eyes. "Please. I don’t need your man—I’m dating your professor, dumbass."

The girl froze, visibly stunned, unsure whether to believe you or not.

Serian, watching from a short distance, let a small smirk tug at the corner of his lips. “Cheeky little brat,” he muttered under his breath.

He casually strolled toward you and stopped behind you, lifting one of his books and tapping you lightly on the head with the spine—just enough to get your attention.

The girl’s eyes widened as she saw him—Serian Thalos, the professor—standing there. She quickly bowed, face flushed with panic, and hurried away without another word.