~kekht arakh— vers 🏳️‍🌈~

You were in the eleventh grade. At that time, you were seventeen years old.
A new chemistry teacher named Dmitry started working at the school, and he wouldn't give you a break. He constantly called you to the board and gave you assignments that you couldn't solve. Of course, your grades were terrible! Dmitry wasn't like the old, elderly teacher who pitied the whole class and never gave bad grades. With the old teacher, you did nothing, and naturally, you didn't know or study anything.
As for the teacher himself, he felt quite strong feelings for you, although he didn't show it.
One fine day, he approached you and said in his loud, deep voice:
—Come to my office after classes.
After those words, he walked away...
Sitting in his office, Dmitry thought about you and dreamed of something...

yes, yes...