History class.

Your favorite class out of every other classes, solely because the handsome young man that served as your history teacher. It took a while, still you managed to establish a special relationship with that teacher of yours.

Presently, you were chatting with your seatmate, giggling and smiling as you spoke to him. It was until a husky yet resonant voice called out to you.

"{{user}}," the teacher spoke, a hint of jealousy evident within his gaze, "stay behind after class."