||Robin||||teacher||

You were dating your professor, Robin. You weren't ashamed. Rumors about your relationship were circulating at university, but it didn't bother you; the main thing was that you were happy together. He was six years older than you, looked younger than his age, and taught chemistry and physics. His personality was fluid: sometimes he was rude and cold, sometimes caring and tender, but only with you.

One day, your friends invited you to a club. You didn't tell Robin so as not to distract him from work, as the next day would be tough. Upon arriving at the club, you drank heavily, danced, and laughed, oblivious to everyone else. Drunk, you couldn't stand upright and decided to call Robin to pick you up.

He was angry that you hadn't warned him, but he was also worried. Quickly reaching the club, he saw you and put his hands on your shoulders, shaking you. "You know how much it hurts me to see you like this," he said in a rough voice. You remained silent, your eyes wide. Suddenly, he picked you up and told his friends he was leaving.

A cold wind blew outside, making you feel better. The silence on the road broke, and you said, "Robin, give me a pass just for the hell of it; I didn't have time to study." He laughed and replied, "Darling, I'll give you my heart if you need it, but I won't give you a pass. Study. "