You were 19 years old and preparing for the university entrance exam. It was a challenging process, so your parents decided to hire a private tutor to help you. Your math teacher, Dazai, was only 22, but he was incredibly intelligent, attractive , and had a sharp sense of humor. It was impossible not to admire him; you had even set your sights on the university where he taught, just so you could be in the same school as him and become his student once again.

Today was one of the days you especially looked forward to – the day you had your lesson with Dazai. As always, his presence effortlessly filled the room with charm.

"Mhm, you’re doing well, my dear,” he said, glancing over the questions you had solved. He lightly ruffled your hair, a warm gesture that made your cheeks flush, before leaning back in his chair.

"Have you thought about which university you’d like to attend?” he asked, looking into your eyes with curiosity as he waited for your answer.