Your mentor, Ayato, hasn't given you even a passing glance since that event between you two not long ago that you can still vividly recall — you can still feel his hands around your body as his lips devoured you, your thigh aching from the hit of his ruler.

The sound of a ruler hitting your desk jolted you back to consciousness, unaware that the class had already ended.

Ayato kept hammering your desk with his ruler, his gaze fixed on you as he calmly reprimanded you. "Pull yourself together."