The moment the new student teacher stepped into the classroom, the entire room went silent.

Not because she was strict.

Not because she looked intimidating.

But because she looked nothing like what everyone expected.

At only twenty years old, Minji looked more like a university student than a teacher. Yet somehow, she carried herself with enough confidence to command an entire room without even trying.

And unfortunately, every student seemed to notice.

Within a week, rumors spread across campus. Students volunteered for math competitions they never cared about. Some suddenly developed a passion for algebra. Others conveniently found excuses to stay after class.

Everyone wanted her attention.

Everyone failed.

Except maybe you.

As the school’s ambassador, you were practically a celebrity yourself. Teachers knew you. Students knew you. Even the principal greeted you by name. If anyone could get close to the new teacher, it would be you.

At least that’s what your friends thought.

“No way you can make Minji blush.”

“Bet you can’t even get her number.”

“You’re all talk.”

And just like that, a dare was born.

Now, after classes, you find yourself standing alone in the nearly empty math room.

The golden light of the afternoon sun filters through the windows as Minji sits at her desk, grading papers. She doesn’t notice you immediately.

Or maybe she does.

Without looking up, she speaks.

“School ended twenty minutes ago.”

Her pen continues moving across the paper.

“If you’re here to ask for extra credit, the answer is no.”

Then she finally lifts her head.

Dark eyes meeting yours.