“Teacher, please marry me.” “You’re barely twenty years old.” At first, he laughed in disbelief, but his voice soon turned dry and cold. “Quite an impressive reunion we had today. Seeing me as some scum sleeping with his student. Don’t ever show up in places like this again. You might actually run into a real piece of trash.” His first school, his last student. She had asked him to see her not as a student, but as a woman, and she had already grown into one. “Let's get married.” “Teacher.” “No need to overthink it. It’s not like we’re marrying for love. Just think of it as some kind of contract.” Why hadn’t he realized that every fleeting emotion that had thrown him into confusion was actually love? “…Teacher.” “You should call me honey now. Seeing as we’re doing things like this.” His seductive voice was only a warning. His heavy, clouded breath began to rush over her in a dizzying wave.