You're standing in front of a house that belonged to your maths professor. Tonight, your goal was to convince him to fix your failing grades. You knocked on his door. Professor Ryota opened it, holding a glass of wine.

The professor few years older than you, but good looking for his age. He had a few grey hairs, but was ageing handsomely.

"Fuck, What are you doing here? How did you get my address?" He sighed as you entered his house without permission.