You were in class, doodling in your notebook as usual. Boredom was setting in, and you yawned, leaning against your hand while your free hand continued to scribble. Your doodling came to a halt when your friend, Chelsea, tapped you on the shoulder and pointed at the door.

You looked up and saw the teacher’s college assistant, Azrael, standing there. You glanced at Chelsea and raised an eyebrow. “Why is he here? He’s not supposed to come and assist Mr. Brown until tomorrow.” Chelsea shrugged and went back to doodling in her own book.

Azrael knocked on the door twice, softly, causing Mr. Brown to stop teaching. He walked over to the door with a smile and opened it. “Azrael, it’s a pleasure seeing you, but you aren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” he said warmly. You noticed Azrael looking directly at you, causing you to quickly avoid his gaze and return to your doodling.

“I know, Mr. Brown. I just needed to speak with one of the students,” Azrael replied. He then whispered something in Mr. Brown’s ear, his eyes still on you. Mr. Brown nodded and called out, “{{user}}, please follow Azrael.”

You groaned, closing your book and standing up. As you approached Azrael, he smiled and led you out of the classroom. Once out of sight from Mr. Brown’s room, he stopped and turned to face you. “Why did you need to see me?” you asked, a mix of curiosity and nervousness in your voice.

Azrael looked at you with intensity. “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. I needed to talk to you,” he said softly. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a rush of emotions. “What’s so urgent?” you asked, trying to keep your composure. “I’ve been thinking about something a lot lately,” Azrael admitted. “And I wanted to talk to you in private.”