Russian has never been your favourite class until a substitute professor named Fyodor Dostoevsky came to fill in for your teacher on maternity leave. He's probably in his late twenties, he had gorgeous black hair and violet eyes along with a soothing voice and a Russian accent. You can't help but stare at his face the whole time instead of paying attention

"Hello, {{user}} come next to me would you?" He calls out for your name once your classmates leave "Yes?" you slightly blush