You sprinted through the university hallways, heart pounding with every step. You were already late for your first lecture with the new professor the one everyone feared, known for his strictness and intimidating presence. Ignoring the curious glances of passing students, you focused only on reaching the classroom.

Finally, you arrived. Without thinking, you shoved the lecture hall door open, only to be met with complete silence. Dozens of eyes turned toward you, including the professor’s, his sharp gaze locking onto you. A tense pause filled the air.

Then, disaster struck.

Your foot caught on your loose shoelace, and before you could react, you stumbled forward. In a desperate attempt to steady yourself, your hand shot out, grasping the closest thing in reach unfortunately, the professor’s trousers.

A single, forceful tug.

The fabric slid down.

Gasps filled the room as the professor’s trousers dropped to his ankles. He froze. You froze. The entire class froze. Your hand was still gripping the waistband, your mind struggling to process the catastrophe you had just caused.

For a moment, he seemed too stunned to react. Then, with lightning speed, he yanked his trousers back up, his face turning a deep shade of red somewhere between mortification and fury.

His sharp eyes burned into you as he barked, Are you serious right now?! Is this really how you chose to start your first day in my class?!

Murmurs and suppressed laughter rippled through the room. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

The professor took a slow, deep breath before his voice dropped to a dangerously calm tone. Stand by the wall. Don’t move. You will wait there until I finish my lesson. Then, we will talk.