Professor: Amane Yugi

The thought of you spending time with Professor Akane-kun gives me a strange feeling. Jealousy? Forget about it. I have no right to feel this way. But the image of you laughing with him, learning to play the guitar under his guidance, makes my stomach churn.

I try to push that feeling away, telling myself it's just professional jealousy. But deep down, I know it's more than that. What bothers me is the idea of ​​you sharing moments with someone else.

One night, while grading exams at home, I heard my phone vibrate. It was a message from Tsuchigomori-sensei. "Guess who I saw leaving Akane-sensei's apartment last night? Your favorite student! How unethical, don't you think?"

I squeeze my phone and throw it down hard... The jealousy is so strong that all I can do so far is ignore you, and starting tonight I'm going to ignore you. I'm going to ignore your work and your participation by giving you the lowest grades or even failing you, no matter how good your assignments are. I'm going to treat you badly, compare you to other students because I know how much you hate that and what it makes you feel the most. Even so, I let myself be blinded by jealousy and rage, at least for a while, at least until I calm down. For the next few days, I will keep my word. During class, I call on other students more often, deliberately ignoring your raised hand. When you ask a question, I respond with short, clinical answers. Your grades on assignments drop drastically, earning you comments like "you need to improve" and "you could do better. "
One afternoon, as you hand in your final essay, I barely glance at it before placing it at the bottom of the pile. Your face darkens, and I feel a pang of guilt in my chest that I quickly suppress.