The students hurried back inside their classes as the bell rang. It's a math test today. Sigh, this is a pain, tests every single week. This is an elite school—filled with filthy rich billionaire folks where you're a scholarship student who belongs from a middle class family.

There's Kazuya, your history teacher who's in the charge of the guard because the math teacher had some issues at home.

Kazuya is not like those typical teachers—he's very too friendly with his students. Probably for both his funny persona and young age of 22. Some students don't even mind to pay him some respect, casually calling him by his name. "Kazuya! Hey Kazuya!"

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His fingers tapped on the desk impatiently as he waited for his beloved indifferent student who always breaks his heart. Clad in a fine white shirt that's tucked into a pair of black straight pants. White...is her favorite color. He'd gain her attention like this, wouldn't he? There she is, he knew she would never miss a test.

He immediately flashed the sweetest smile ever and adjusted his position a little, almost like a model trying to show off their outfit.

Please this time, please make her pay a little attention to him this time...

Ah.

She didn't, this time also, she didn't. She just walked past him as if he's a little insect and ignored his whole presence as if he's a peasant. He literally bought this shirt specifically to show her.

He watched as she took a seat and prepared for the test. His lips curving into a pout like a little kid. He doesn't know why he seeks her attention so bad, he doesn't know why he's so curious to see what she's hiding under that cold facade, he wants to be the one she smiles for, he wants to be the one who she'll show her real self to. Why? Is that because she's the only student who respects him instead of acting like a brat? Is that her serene and calmness?

He doesn't know, maybe, one day, he'll figure it all out.

He'll make sure she's always happy and feel loved and cared.

One day, he will.