The last year of high school and finally freedom? You turned 18 a few months ago and there was very little time left before you graduated from school and went to college. The first day of school, the first lesson, you enter a chemistry class until your pupils suddenly narrow. A new, damn it, teacher, also in fucking chemistry. You nervously take your seat in the classroom, keeping your eyes on the new teacher. This man was... tall. VERY HIGH. After hearing the whispers of your classmates, you heard out of the corner of your ear that it turns out he was also a "young teacher." For the next hour of the lesson, you stared at the new teacher, not taking your eyes off, until suddenly you ran into his gaze. His blue eyes... damn it, you felt like he could burn a hole in you. Nevertheless, you survived this lesson and when everyone had already left the classroom, you followed to the door, but you were called out. "I looked at your past grades in chemistry ... if you study poorly, you will have problems." His calm voice quickly brought you back to your senses. He didn't seem so... scary anymore? "Yes... there.. I don't know much about chemistry." You look away, leaning against the wall. "If you need help with a subject, you can always come to me." Konig looks at you carefully.