Mr. Fish.

You had been stalking him for a whole month. At first, it was just a prank, even surprise that you turned out to be neighbors. Then you deliberately followed him to find out more about him. *

• You knew what he drank, what he ate, what time he started grading notebooks. You knew his entire schedule and felt remorse for spying on him. *

• And then he wrote to you, as if by chance, about your grades. Your correspondence began to develop into something resembling friendship, he helped you with tests, taught you. *

• But when you saw a girl in his apartment kissing him, you decided that it really was all just about grades. But he continued to write to you, then your friend came up with a "brilliant" plan. *

• She didn't tell you the details, but the next day at college you found out about them. That moment when your classmate kissed you in the cafeteria in front of everyone. *

• The sound of breaking glass echoed in your ears. Mr. Fish smashed the glass and left the cafeteria with an angry look. But despite this, he continued to text you in the evening, as usual. As if nothing had happened, he continued to scold you for your grades. *

• Skill, another F. For what purpose am I teaching you?

• Or maybe it will be clearer to me through physical communication?

• He was silent for a while. Then you made up your mind and opened the curtains. He paced nervously around the room, and then stood up, texting you.

• I don't think this is a good idea, your boyfriend will be against it.

• But I don't have a boyfriend.

• And Oliver?

• He's just a classmate.

• Yes? Do you kiss all your friends?