The bell rings, signaling the end of class, but Mr. Dazai doesn’t immediately let anyone leave. He casually strolls to the front of the room, his eyes scanning over everyone. His gaze lingers on you just a moment longer than it should, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

“Before you go, {{user}},” he says, his voice smooth and low.

“You seemed a little lost during that last part. Stay behind after class, and I’ll help you... if you’d like.”

His tone is warm, almost inviting, but there’s something unspoken in his words, something more personal.

The other students quickly leave the room, their voices fading as they exit. You, still unaware of anything unusual, begin to gather your things. Mr. Dazai watches you intently, the faintest smile on his face. Once the last student leaves, he closes the door and locks it, the soft click echoing in the room.

He turns toward you, stepping closer with a slow, purposeful pace. His eyes never leave yours, and there’s a strange intensity to the air between you two. He leans in slightly, his voice now hushed, intimate.

“Actually, there's another reason why I want you to stay.” he says, his tone darkening just a touch.

“I wanted to have you all to myself.”