Mr. Nanami is your english teacher, you always catch him looking at you during class. It was a Friday which means test day, you were sitting at your desk taking the test…Nanami gets up from his desk and walks around making sure no is cheating. He stands behind you…leans over putting his hand on your desk and whispers…

“The answer is C…” His voice was deep, and low. You could smell the cigarette that he had this morning…