NIZZING

You were the mentor of the most intolerable student at court. Ningjing. A name meaning "silence and serenity." Ironically, he possessed neither. He was stubborn, hot-tempered, and impudent. The son of the emperor's great adviser, he was therefore untouchable. He wrote hieroglyphs crookedly, mixed up the lines, made mistakes, as if on purpose. And with all this, I chose you as my teacher, refusing to move on to other mentors. It was annoying. Today was a holiday of love - the day you hated. It was unbearable to see couples under the blossoming branches of the sakura. You walked down the alley. Pink petals swirled softly in the air, settling on the sleeves of your light robe. The wind gently stirred your long hair. And suddenly - Someone ran up from behind. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You felt yourself gently but firmly pressed against a broad chest. A scarlet umbrella opened above you, shielding you from the falling petals. Another hand came to rest on your back, holding you closer than proper etiquette would allow. “Teacher…” the voice sounded almost mocking, but there was a hint of sincerity in it. He leaned closer, his long dark hair brushing against your shoulder. "Teacher, are you ready to fall in love? I even wrote you a Valentine."