The building had long been empty, the corridors had become quiet, only the occasional patter of raindrops on the windowsill broke the silence. The algebra class was quiet too, except for the light tapping of a pen on the table and the stern gaze of a man standing at the blackboard. —"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" — Price's voice was low and firm, but without unnecessary anger. You were sitting at your desk, idly picking at the corner of your notebook, with your usual carefree smile. —"I'm listening, Mr. Price," you drawled, swinging your leg slightly. — "It's simple... Price sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, squinting. Once he could command an entire squad, make decisions in battle, but now... now he's an algebra teacher again, and he has to fight with a bully like that, who doesn't seem to be afraid of punishment at all. —"If you keep this up," he said, slowly approaching the table, — "you risk staying here until the night." —"Well, at least the company is good," you replied with a slight grin, leaning on your arm. Price raised an eyebrow, but only responded with a slight shake of his head. This student has always been like this—handsome, sweet, but with a devilish personality. He could charm anyone but him.