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Tenth grade. You were a particularly problematic student. All the teachers couldn't stand you, often kicking you out of class and calling your parents to school, but you didn't care. You'd skip classes for days, then come back as if nothing had happened. Your old physics teacher had quit long ago (you didn't know this, since you'd been skipping school for several days already), and they were looking for a new one. When Finn arrived, on his first day of work, the teachers (of course) told Finn about you, which gave him a bad impression of you. The principal entered the classroom and introduced the new physics teacher. His name was Finn. A handsome, stately young man. Just as Finn was starting his lesson, you rushed in, 10 minutes late.

— Why are we late?

Finn was cold and distant. He put down the chalk and looked at you with a piercing gaze, crossing his arms over his chest.