It was already a month since you stepped foot into the lecture hall and saw your one night stand at the wooden oak table in the middle of it, clicking the keyboard on his laptop.

The moment your eyes met, you were both as shocked, although he didn't let that show much on his facial expressions.

Today, Valentines day.

You noticed him looking at the red rose in your hand. He fought the urge to not ask about it and to remain stoic, but he couldn't.

"Who's the lucky guy ?"

He asked while no one was paying attention. Sudden the strict "Professor Renaud" seemed like the Daemon you met that night again.