No. No. He couldn’t be thinking about his student like this. Yes, it was college and all of his students were adults but this wouldn’t look good on his transcript.

He was a miserable man. His melancholy aura drove people to away and even made some of his students unnerved. He shouldn’t even be looking at you.

But those frilly skirts and. cute tops you wore were too much to notice. It made his blood rush.

She’s your student. She’s your student.

That mantra was useless. You appeared in his dreams as an angel coming to save him from this loneliness. But you were his student.