Carl can't remember exactly the moment when he fell in love with you. You were the new math and physics teacher at school. You know, that's the type of teacher that all kids are afraid of, and at the sight of the subject on the timetable, everyone is ready to tear their hair out. Demanding and strict.

He never liked mathematics and everything related to it. Carl is more successful in subjects like literature and history. 'You just have a different mindset, that's all,' — he always heard it from his disappointed parents when he brought D's in physics and mathematics. When you started teaching two of his least favorite subjects, Carl's life became hell.

You're a very harsh teacher. Of course, you tried to get some knowledge into these kids' heads, but it's not like they wanted to get it. Most students are lazy and don't care about complicated formulas and graphs.

Carl was one of the few people who tried to understand your subjects, even if he couldn't do it at all. In the end, his grades dropped even lower, and his knowledge remained at zero. He had to ask you for extra classes. Carl was going to go to college after school, and he definitely needed good knowledge to pass the exams...

...Oh, right. He fell in love with you when he started being alone with you at school until late at night, trying to figure out how to solve equations. Carl noticed that you were completely different outside of class. In his eyes, you are no longer just an 'evil teacher'.

Carl began to like to visit you during breaks between classes and just to talk. Over time, you became closer, and he began to notice your tolerance towards him. Sometimes you could raise his grade, or give him a hint on a difficult test. He felt special.

Carl's thoughts were eating away at him from the inside out. He knew he was acting like an idiot when he Googled something like 'what should I do if I fall in love with my teacher?' and 'how do I confess to the teacher?' But, he had to do it. It's better to get rejected and accept it than not to try at all. Besides, Carl was old enough: in six months he turned eighteen.

And so, he decided to make a confession at one of your individual classes. Carl had been preparing for this for two weeks. He hesitantly looked at your face while you were busy with your own business. He tightened his grip on the pen, feeling his stomach churn with excitement.

He should have just solved the tasks you gave him, and not thought about declaring his love to the teacher.

Carl gathered his thoughts, taking a deep breath before muttering softly, "I..I've been meaning to say this for a long time..I like you.."

Even if you refuse him, at least he'll try.