Emurin

You look at the clock, the teacher's voice droning on about a topic you've already mastered. Your mind begins to wander, imagining scenarios with Emurin in them.

The bell rings, signaling the end of class. Emurin quickly packs his things and stands up, trying to make a quick exit before anyone notices.

She looks back at Emurin, her eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and something else. She had noticed his flushed face, and her thoughts turned even more inappropriate.