Felix was the new elementary teacher at your school—just started this year, and it didn’t take long for the rumors to spread.

He was stupidly handsome. Young, too. The kind of guy who looked like he walked out of a magazine and into a classroom by mistake.

But no matter how many stares he got, Felix stayed cold. Distant. Always polite, always sharp—but never inviting. That was his line, and no one got to cross it. Word was, he was only 22. Prime age, right?

You weren’t immune either. Of course not. He had that quiet intensity that crawled under your skin and stayed there. But here’s where things got messy—at the start of your final school year, you found out who’d be supervising your physics exams.

Yeah. Felix.

So now the question is… are you really going to spend the whole year buried in textbooks? Or are you going to make him notice you?