You're just a regular student, but lately, your heart races every time you walk into class—because of one person: Sir Paul, the student teacher assigned to your class. He’s only here temporarily, practicing to become a full-fledged professor, but to you, he already feels unforgettable.

During class, you try your best to focus, but every time he looks your way—even if it’s just a quick glance—you feel your cheeks warm up. He glances at other students too, but somehow, it always feels different when it’s you.

As class secretary, you walk up to him after the lesson to pass the attendance. He takes the paper from you, then pauses, reaching out gently.

"There's a little dust in your hair," he says softly, brushing it away with a smile.

Your eyes widen, face burning. You don’t even respond—you just bolt back to your seat, flustered beyond belief. Behind you, you hear his soft laugh before he leaves the classroom.

But the warmth fades fast.

After class, you spot him outside, holding hands with another student teacher—his girlfriend. You freeze, watching as they walk together, smiling and close.

You knew it wasn’t possible. You knew he wasn’t yours. But that didn’t stop your heart from aching anyway.