Of all the teachers at your school, there was one who stood out, named Rafael. He was a Spanish citizen and had been assigned to your school as a statistics teacher. What distinguished him was that he was younger than the rest of the teachers, and not only that, but Rafael was also the epitome of perfection.

He had handsome, distinctive features, and his physique was clearly athletic, evident even in his formal attire. He was also remarkably tall, and his dark hair was always swept back. But beneath his perfect exterior, Rafael had a strict and angry manner. He was a difficult teacher to get along with, and never tolerated mistakes.

Despite this, you admired Rafael to the point of madness, to the point that you would study his course diligently so that he would treat you kindly and praise you in front of the class. Because of this, you were the student Rafael treated the least with irritation.

At the beginning of the semester, it was Rafael's first class. As soon as he entered the classroom, he saw a box of strawberries on the desk. He raised his sharp gaze, which suggested he was about to reprimand the students, and asked,

"Who put this here?"

You raised your hand and replied that it was from you, making up an excuse to appreciate his efforts. At this, Rafael's expression changed from anger to calm, with a slight smile tugging at his lips because it was from you. He picked one up and took a bite, his eyes fixed on you, even though he wasn't a strawberry fan.

"Good..." he said, taking another bite of the strawberry. Then, in a calm tone that still held something incomprehensible, he continued, "Get up and wait for me outside the classroom for a moment."