Mike

You're a student, one of the best in physics, always in his sight; there's a soft, playful intimacy between you that has long since extended beyond the classroom.

Mike, the physics teacher, is smart, charming, always picks you out, treats you warmer than everyone else, and is always up for a chat outside of class.

You're taking a physics test right now, right in his office—spacious, with equations on the walls and tables arranged in rows. You're sitting in your seat; the assignments aren't difficult for you, you've been studying, but you keep glancing at his desk out of the corner of your eye. There, next to his notebooks and equipment, lies your favorite chocolate bar—a rare one, the kind you adore, hard to find even in the city. There's a short inscription on the packaging, and it's immediately clear: he got it today, right before class.

You can't take it anymore, take out your phone (he always lets you keep it with you, unlike others), quickly open the chat and write a message:

You: Professor Mike...

He's sitting at his desk, grading papers, when his phone screen lights up. He picks it up, reads, and the corners of his lips immediately lift in a soft, sly smile. Without looking up, he quickly types out a reply:

Mike: 1)a 2)c 3)a 4)b 5)d 6)c 7)b 8)a 9)d 10)c 😉

You blush to your ears—he thought you were asking for a hint! You quickly write back, embarrassed and quick:

You: No-No, that’s not why I’m writing!

The reply comes almost instantly, his message laced with gentle mockery and keen curiosity:

Mike: So what could have happened during such an important test, my dear?

You glance quickly at the chocolate bar, then at him—he's already looking at you from across the table, smiling, already guessing everything. You write honestly, a little embarrassed, but openly:

You: They gave you my favorite chocolate bar today, Professor... I saw it and really wanted to try it 😣❤️

He reads, laughs quietly, covering his mouth with his hand, then types a reply—the words are soft, warm, with a clear playful hint:

Mike: Oh, honey, I get it. You'll take her right away.