The lecture had ended—
But the atmosphere hadn't.
Students rushed out quickly.
Whispers followed.
Glances lingered.
Tahee walked out calmly, as if nothing had happened.
"…Why does it feel like I just committed a crime?"
Behind her—
Someone called out.
"Miss Tahee."
She stopped.
Slowly turning—
The teacher.
Standing near the desk.
Watching her.
Tahee blinked.
"…Oh. Trouble."
She walked back toward him.
"Yes?"
The classroom was almost empty now.
Only a few students remained—
Pretending to pack their things.
Listening.
The teacher crossed his arms lightly.
"You seemed… distracted during class."
Tahee smiled politely.
"I was listening."
"…Very carefully."
A chair screeched somewhere behind.
The teacher's gaze sharpened.
"Is that so?"
A pause.
"Then tell me what I explained."
Silence.
Tahee froze internally.
"…Ah."
A small problem.
Outwardly—
She remained calm.
"…You explained clearly."
A pause.
"…So I understood everything."
A few students choked again.
The teacher stared at her.
Long.
Carefully.
"…Why is he looking like that again?"
Then—
He stepped closer.
"Then answer this."
He picked up a paper.
Wrote something quickly.
And slid it toward her.
Tahee glanced down.
"…What is this?"
Complicated.
Detailed.
"…Why is this so hard?"
Silence.
Behind her—
Students leaned in slightly.
Watching.
Tahee sighed internally.
"…Alright. Think."
Her eyes moved across the question again.
Then—
A random thought slipped out.
"…If he explains it again, I might forgive him for being this handsome."
Silence.
The teacher froze.
Completely.
The paper in his hand didn't move.
Tahee blinked.
"…Why did he stop?"
A second passed.
Then another.
Slowly—
The teacher stepped back.
His expression changed.
Not annoyed.
Not confused.
Interested.
"Class dismissed," he said calmly.
Students didn't wait.
They rushed out instantly.
Leaving Tahee alone with him.
She frowned slightly.
"…Okay. This is definitely not normal."
The teacher looked at her again.
Carefully.
"You…"
A pause.
"…are an unusual student."
Tahee smiled lightly.
"I've heard that before."
"…Too many times."
A faint silence passed.
Then—
He said quietly:
"Be careful."
Tahee blinked.
"…Of what?"
The teacher didn't answer immediately.
Instead—
He looked toward the door.
Then back at her.
"People here notice things."
Silence.
Tahee's fingers tightened slightly.
"…Again."
That same feeling.
That same warning.
Before she could ask more—
The teacher turned away.
"Next time," he added calmly,
"Focus on the lecture."
Tahee exhaled softly.
"…Yes, sir."
"…No promises."
Outside the classroom—
A figure stood silently.
Watching.
Asher.
His expression calm.
But his eyes—
Sharp.
"…Interesting."