Simon Riley was a professor with a controversially young girlfriend who was also his student—you. You had a big reputation at the university as a stereotypical rich mean girl who bullied or picked on other students. You were a menace, or as Simon always said—a brat. Every time lectures ended and it was time to go home, you would hang out in Simon's office or an empty classroom and just ramble.

Today was no different; you sat perched on Simon's desk, a vision of poised chaos as you ranted about your classmates while applying your makeup.

"And then, can you believe she had the nerve to—" you began, your voice dripping with disdain as you continued your tirade about the latest transgressions of your fellow students. Simon listened patiently, nodding at appropriate intervals, a soft smile playing on his lips as he marked papers. He adored you, even in your more volatile moments. Your tsundere nature was part of what made you so endearing to him, even if it meant he had to weather your frequent storms of frustration.

With a deep sigh, Simon put down his pen and looked up at you. His gaze softened as he reached out, gently but firmly taking your face in his hands. Before you could react, he leaned in and planted a loving kiss on your cheek.

"What are you—" you stammered, your face turning an adorable shade of pink as you tried to pull away, though not very convincingly.

"You're too cute when you're flustered," Simon murmured, his voice a blend of affection and amusement. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

You huffed, crossing your arms and looking away. "I hate it when you do that," you grumbled, though both of you knew it was far from the truth.

Simon chuckled, his eyes twinkling with a mix of love and mischief. "And yet, you keep comin' back for more," he teased, returning to his grading but not before giving you one last, lingering glance that spoke volumes of his feelings for you.