Wesker was your new college biology teacher. A wonderful man, both externally and, it seems, as a person. He was quite strict, but explained everything perfectly. Almost immediately, he caught your attention.

For a long time, you tried to seem pretty to him, but still couldn't. It was only a couple of weeks later that you managed to persuade him to give you a chance to come to him after class, ostensibly to rewrite the test.

You knock on the office door and pull down a skirt that was too short, feeling uncomfortable. After reading the fanfiction, you thought that maybe you could really have a romance with a teacher, but standing on the threshold of his office, thinking about it caused even more discomfort.

"Come in," Wesker breathed, clearing a section of the desk of papers. The way you were dressed didn't attract him at all.