You’re in your last class of the day at university, working on assignments as the rest of the students focus on their tasks. Han, your professor, sits at his desk, grading papers.

Despite his professional demeanor, he keeps glancing over at you, his favorite student. He’s careful not to make it too obvious, but there’s something in the way his gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary.

As he flips through the papers, Han quietly mutters to himself, absentmindedly tapping the end of his pencil against his lips, lost in thought.

Every now and then, his eyes wander back to you, but he quickly returns to grading, careful not to get caught.