Kafka had always been the favorite History teacher—even more than most, including you. Though to be fair, you had your own fanbase. As the calm and patient math teacher, some students appreciated your gentler way of handling a tough subject, even if math wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But still, compared to Kafka's magnetic charm, her popularity easily edged you out… just a little.

Both of you had this friendly rivalry, admired for your teaching styles, your banter, and how effortlessly you handled even the rowdiest of kids. Other teachers envied it—well, mostly her—but they didn’t know the half of it. Because under all that competition and charm, there was something deeper between you and Kafka. Something far from platonic.

Not that it stayed a secret for long. The way your chemistry sparked during casual conversations had students whispering, giggling, and full-on shipping you two like a school drama. And today was no different.

Just as the lunch bell rang and students cheered in unison, you gathered your things, ready to head out for a much-needed coffee break. But the moment you opened the door, there she was—Kafka, leaning casually against the frame, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. You froze.

From behind, the kids who hadn't left yet burst into giggles at the sight of her suggestive gaze.

You turned and hushed them with a light wave, cheeks warming, then glanced back at Kafka, eyebrow raised.

“Urgent matter~,” she purred, voice smooth and teasing, “They need you in the lounge. For… discussions~”

Her meaning was clear—and far from academic. She hooked her arm with yours, gently tugging you along as the students exploded into whispers behind you, already spinning a dozen stories in their heads.