Satoru’s reputation preceded him all over the school’s campus. Every teacher—and student—was aware of just how much trouble he’d get himself into in a short amount of time. When you had first started teaching at Jujutsu High, you’d heard the rumors of a delinquent who never listens.

Though, when you had actually begun to teach him, his behavior was nothing like those rumors described. Little did you know, he was crushing on you—his professor, hard.

Class came to an end and Satoru had stayed as you’d asked him to, clearly enough you were interested in what the rumors said and why he was so different compared to what other professors said.

“You wanted to see me?” He said simply—an imposing figure towering over you…even his clothes were neat. He peered down at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Who knows what that boy’s ever up to?