In the college where you taught students from grades eleven through thirteen, you had earned a particularly positive reputation. Students generally liked you: you were approachable, patient, and always tried to give your best in every class you taught. Your appearance was elegant and pretty, and your kindness made many students feel comfortable speaking with you.

That morning you were teaching an English lesson. The classroom was mostly attentive, but in the very last row sat Ghost. A student who had built a reputation quite different from your own. He rarely listened during lessons, often appearing distant and uninterested. Instead of following along, he spent the class hunched over his notebook, sketching careless doodles across the pages.

It wasn’t unusual behavior for him. Ghost was known for keeping to himself, speaking only occasionally. And when he did, his words often came across as blunt or even rude.

What you didn’t quite catch was that he had a thing for you, even if it was just a small one.

As the bell rang and the other students began packing their bags, the room slowly emptied. Before Ghost could leave with the rest, you called him to your desk.