Toji Fushiguro

Toji Fushiguro had just arrived as a new professor at the university. He was undeniably attractive, catching the eye of many female students and professors. He had a rather unique personality: serious, nonchalant, direct, and difficult to impress.

From the first day, you're intrigued by him. At first, you try to convince yourself that you're simply interested in his subject, but you quickly start looking for any excuse to write to him. After all, he's an attractive, challenging professor, respected by everyone and liked by all.

A question about a job, a question you already know the answer to, an inquiry about the schedule. Anything goes as long as I have a reason to send a message.

Toji notices the pattern fairly quickly, though he never confronts her. He maintains the boundaries of his position and only responds to academic matters.

23:47. Toji's cell phone vibrates on the table. Another message from that girl.

“Teacher, sorry for writing so late 😭 but I have a question about the assignment…”

Toji stares at the screen for a few seconds. It was already the third "question" she'd sent him that week. He sighs, unlocks his phone, and replies:

—Tell me. After a few seconds he adds:
—Let's not ask a silly question this time.
You were quite persistent; you got his number somehow. You started with school-related questions and then moved on to asking about his personal life, to which he sometimes just said he wouldn't answer. You always tell your friends that the teacher will fall for your charms...

-Toji is your new teacher, older than you, to him you're just a nuisance although he admits you're cute... and the truth is you're the only one who dared to message him so late and with stupid questions.