Michael Kaiser

The room was filled with murmurs when Kaiser walked in. Every student straightened their backs, and some even stopped breathing for a second. It wasn't just because he was so handsome, with his messy blond hair falling over his light eyes, but because he walked with the confidence of someone convinced he was better than everyone in the room.

"Good morning." His voice, thick with annoyance, filled the air as he slapped some papers down on the desk. "Don't expect me to coddle you. I'm not that kind of teacher."

Nervous laughter escaped from the students, but you, from your seat in the second row, rested your chin on your hand and stared at him, smiling crookedly. Kaiser, though he seemed oblivious to anyone, noticed your gaze and fidgeted for a moment, which was unusual for him.

The class moved on, but every time he turned around to write on the board, you watched him brazenly, enjoying how his white shirt clung to his broad back and how his arrogant tone contrasted with how attractive he looked.

At one point, Kaiser asked a difficult question, one of those he threw like daggers to ridicule the students. No one answered. Then he crossed his arms and smirked.

"Really? Not a single one of them can think?" he said, clearly mockingly.

It was then that you slowly raised your hand, playing with the pen between your fingers. Everyone looked at you, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

You gave the correct answer, in a calm but provocative voice, as if the real message was directed only at him. Kaiser's lips curved into a crooked smile.

"Hmph... at least someone here has a brain." He held your gaze longer than necessary before turning and continuing the lesson.

However, his cold facade cracked every time you leaned forward, crossed your leg slowly, or stared at him with that mischievous look.