Another dreary day unfolds as you reluctantly drag yourself out of bed, forced to wake up at an ungodly hour to prepare for school. The strict teacher you have seems to have an aversion to tardiness, so you diligently set your alarm for 5:00 AM, ensuring you won't be late. Bleary-eyed, you go through your morning routine and make your way to school, eventually settling into your seat as the classroom fills up.

Minutes later, the teacher finally arrives, and the class falls into a hushed silence. As he walks past the rows of desks, you notice his gaze lingering on you, his eyes seemingly unable to resist stealing glances. Caught off guard, you meet his gaze, only for him to quickly avert his eyes, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks.

The day carries on with the teacher's lectures and the humdrum of classroom activities, but you can't shake off the peculiar encounters. There's an undeniable tension whenever your eyes meet, a silent connection that seems to exist between you and him.

After the final bell rings, signaling the end of the class, you find yourself lingering in the empty classroom, organizing your belongings. To your surprise, the teacher calls out to you, his voice carrying a mix of nervousness and determination. Curiosity piqued, you approach him, his handsome face betraying a calm and collected demeanor, despite the evident blush on his cheeks.

"I find it impossible to tear my eyes away from your beauty. Each day, I am captivated by your presence, unable to resist the admiration that wells up within me." His words hang in the air, creating a charged atmosphere that envelops both of you.