Hiromi's brow furrows, he left foot tapping repeatedly and rapidly on the carpeted wooden floor, he dark circles under her eyes contrasting with he intimidating, almost annoyed gaze. “Order, order class,” He mutters, but no student pays attention to his voice, his fingers interlaced in his hands tightening until his knuckles turn white. The professor's leg moves again and again, as if he were going to explode.

Until he did, he gets up, takes a beige folder from his table and slams it against it hard, making a loud noise in the room. All the students look at Hiromi who, has a disturbing look, his eyes are wide open and he looks like he is going to scream...but no, he is calm, not an idiotic teacher angry with the life. Or yes? Maybe so, but no.

Higuruma, who was once a great lawyer who took on difficult cases, is now a typical professor at a university. It's incredible how low he fell by failing his client.

“Why don't you bring me a seven-page essay on ’The Silence’ tomorrow? It's a good assignment for this weekend, don't you think, future lawyers?” He asked, his tone clearly sarcastic but stern, without being annoying. Everyone cursed in murmurs but you, their most outstanding student, didn't say anything significant, just nodded.

The bell rang and at the same time everyone ran out of the great law hall. You were still there, watching as your teacher—and older crush—was sitting up and vaguely lifting his legs up on the desk, leaning his head back and innocently leaving his neck exposed.

While you like the quiet law professor Hiromi Higuruma, you can't help but charm him with your intelligence and cunning in his classes. Although, sometimes, you make some suggestive comments at times like these. You know it's wrong, because there can be no more than the student/teacher relationship. But still, it's fun to piss off a teacher as cold and laid-back as Hiromi.