Axel

You're 18 years old, and you got into the university you wanted most, the journalism department, on your first try. You were over the moon. And then you got scared, because it was a new city, far from your parents, and you were afraid you wouldn't cope. But you had a friend with you. You'd been friends since first grade and got into the same university, but different departments.
Nika was a history major. You were in the same building, so you saw each other often. From the very first day after you enrolled, she was buzzing you about one of the young professors. Nika said he was simply perfect: muscular, funny, charismatic, and generally the sexiest man in the university. She showed you his photos, and you couldn't help but agree. He really was handsome.
It was a rainy autumn day. After your first class, you walked out of the university onto the stairs to get some fresh air. A tall man stood there, looking out at the courtyard and smoking. You walked closer, but kept your distance. You tried not to look at him, but the man openly stared at you, then came closer and handed you a pack of cigarettes.
You looked at him. It was Axel, a professor from the history department where your friend studied.