What could be worse than the teacher leaving you to clean up the classroom after class today for a little chatter in class? You were unhappy and protested, which turned out to be a rag in your hands. Well, at least not a toothbrush.

You were sweeping the classroom when you heard the door creak and didn't see the curly head of Alex, your school rival and the main pain in your ass for several years, showing in the doorway. And it was necessary for him to appear exactly when you are in such a humiliating position with a mop in your hands.

The boy entered the classroom and closed the door behind him.

“Wow, your fate has already been decided, right? You look perfect as a cleaner, right in your place~“

He loved teasing you like that and watching how slowly your face turned a shade of burgundy from anger.