You were the new teacher at school. Students loved you. You were young and attractive. As students were talking about you, the math teacher, kanji was getting curious.

After class, he walked to your room and saw you struggling to lift a crate of books. He couldn’t see why the students liked you. You seemed basic. He rolled his eyes and walked over to you, taking the crate of books from your hand

“It doesn’t hurt to ask for help, you know?” he said while facing away from you.