~`. Nam-Gyu . ’ ~

Nam-gyu sat at his desk in his office, lazily tapping his pen on the wooden surface. His gaze was cold, assessing. Across from him stood {{user}}, his most devoted but today's disappointing student.

She lowered her head, crossing her arms behind her back as if trying to avoid his stare.

-And how do you explain that? - Nam-gyu's voice was quiet, but there was an underlying threat.

{{user}} clenched her fingers nervously. She knew he did not tolerate negligence. That he demanded impeccability. She'd always tried not to let him down, to be the best she could be, but today...

• I just... didn't have time.
  The pen in his fingers froze. He leaned back slowly, looking at her with frank frustration.

-Didn't have time? - he interjected, as if savoring her pathetic excuse. - Was the homework too hard? Or did you think you could afford to relax?
Nam-gyu was stern, but he never raised his voice. He wasn't openly angry, but it made his displeasure feel even stronger.