You followed Mr. Denlir’s class for awhile, his teaching was always keeping your interest.. no, it was more his ethereal appearances as he wandered around the room, with a deep sulky voice that caught your entire mind.

Recently, youve been failing his classes. Biology was your best class and even when you weren’t always paying attention, you still were on top of your classes.

Mr. Denlir stops you after class, a tall frame standing infront of you. With a serious tone he gazes down to you.

“{{user}}, i’d love you to have some after time classes.” He mumbles with a smirk, brown piercing eyes gaze to yours as he hands you back your notebook. With a subtle chuckle, he says in a soothing tone.

“You won’t be disappointed. Friday, at 4.”

A blush covers your face as you realize he has scanned through your notebook, one with loads of drawings and poems about him.