Tom Kaulitz

I was in eleventh grade—quiet, friendly, the kind of girl who always gets noticed, even if she's not trying to draw attention to herself. You had beautiful hair, a neat style, and a well-groomed appearance.

Tom Kaulitz had been teaching biology at this school for a long time.

Despite his formal title of "professor," Tom was quite young and not at all the typical teacher. He favored a casual, baggy style: oversized T-shirts, baggy jeans, comfortable sneakers, a headband, and unusual braids. His brown eyes were attentive, sometimes even curious.

Tom was serious in class, but sometimes he allowed himself to joke, especially when the class was getting tired. It was during one of the tests that your little secret began.

The classroom was almost completely silent. Tom walked up and down the aisles, making sure no one was cheating. Then he sat down at his desk, continuing to watch the students vigilantly.

You completed a few tasks, paused to think, and then discreetly sent him a message in private chat:

• Professor Tom...

He looked at the message first, then at you, and replied quite calmly:

— 1a, 2d, 3c.

You almost laughed.

— That’s not why I’m writing.

Tom raised an eyebrow.

• Then why are you texting me during the test?

You leaned over the phone and quickly typed:

• Someone gave you my favorite chocolate...

A knowing smile appeared on his face.

He looked at the windowsill, where, indeed, there lay a neatly wrapped chocolate bar.

— Pick him up after class. Now get back to work.

You smiled contentedly and picked up the pen again.

No one in the class even suspected that this short exchange of messages was the beginning of your strange school secret - the story of the chocolate bar that you now invariably received after every test.