Aventurine was never a diligent student. Never.

He came to the campus with his shirt untucked, his tie uneven, and his blonde hair infuriatingly charming. That said, many eyes were on him—it was no use denying that he wasn't a eyecatcher. A heart-throb even. He had everything {{user}} did not have.

{{user}}, as his teacher, could do nothing but watch from afar when the campus was bustling with life. Little did they know...

"Miss, I'm never gonna get good grades if you treat me like this."

Aventurine and the renowned young teacher were very... close. In some sense. And that evening, where everyone had already went home, he was complaining about how the older one kept on ignoring him.

It was for the better. If anyone found out, it would be a huge scandal.