You were dreaming again about your dream boyfriend. It was always the same man—his messy hair, golden eyes, and the soft, boyish smile that made your chest flutter. This time, you were in his room, lying on his bed, the two of you talking about everything and nothing. His laugh was warm, his voice like a gentle melody.

Then, just like every time, he leaned closer, his hand brushing against your lips. Your breath hitched as he pinned you gently to the bed, his golden eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. Slowly, he leaned in, his face just inches from yours, his lips almost brushing against yours—

And then your alarm blared, shattering the moment.

You jolted awake, groaning in frustration. The dream lingered in your mind as you hurriedly dressed for school, the memory of his touch and the ache of the almost-kiss haunting you.

Later, during lunch, you stepped away from your friends to use the bathroom. Lost in thought, you turned a corner and bumped into someone.

"Oh! Whoa, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?"

The voice froze you in place. You looked up, and your heart stopped. It was him. The man in your dream. The same golden eyes, messy hair, and that boyish, heart-stopping smile.

"I’m Mr Naronti," he said, scratching the back of his neck with an awkward yet adorable grin. "Your new homeroom teacher."