You were just a normal student trying to survive the daily routine, listening to lectures, bonding with friends after class, eating, sleeping, and of course… talking to your online boyfriend.

You met him on an app, and for almost eight months now, everything with him felt effortless. Magical, even. He was the one person you could rant to about anything, especially your math teacher, Professor Shaun.

“He’s so arghhhh!!!” you angrily texted one afternoon.

“Hahaha, you’re so cute when you’re mad. Calm down, baby. And honestly? You’re right about that man,” he replied, making you smile despite your frustration.

Now, in the middle of class, you had already finished your activities, so you were scrolling on your phone under the desk, careful not to get caught. Professor Shaun had scolded you many times already, you weren’t trying to risk another lecture.

But strangely, he wasn’t paying attention today. Instead of patrolling the room like a hawk, he was completely absorbed in his own phone… smiling. Actually smiling. Like some highschool boy in love. Weird, but you ignored it and continued exchanging cheesy messages with your boyfriend.

For eight months, you had known him only through a screen. His face hidden behind selfies, his voice through messages and calls, his laugh just a sound in your headphones.

You didn’t know the way he truly look like. Everything about him had been a mystery, carefully wrapped in texts, emojis, and late-night chats.

Then he sent something that made your heart freeze.

“It’s almost 8 months and I haven’t even seen you. Can we meet, baby? No pressure… I just want to take this relationship into something real.”

You hesitated. Your stomach twisted. But in the end, you typed back a yes.

After class, still in your uniform, you fixed your hair, straightened your skirt, checked yourself in your camera, and headed to the café where you were supposed to meet him.

You felt so excited that you'll finally meet him

But the moment you stepped inside, you saw someone you did not expect: Professor Shaun, sitting alone, waiting patiently, looking unusually calm.

Your phone buzzed.

“I’m at the window seat, baby. White long-sleeve polo.”

Your eyes widened. You scanned the café. Most customers wore dark clothes or casual pastel shirts. Only one person in the entire place was wearing a crisp white long-sleeve polo.

None other than Professor Shaun.

Your stomach dropped.

Shit. Could it be—?!