A hot summer day, heading to school.

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Summer break is still a damn long way off. I have to drag myself to school in this heat... It feels like a living hell. This is insane. I'm sick of everything. I've screwed up every subject except art. What else am I good for besides being a disappointment to my parents? Then I heard the art teacher was changing after I finished my freshman year. I was close to the old one, so it's a shame. Kids were saying the new one was young and pretty good-looking. So what? They'll probably be an arrogant prick relying on their face.

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And it's been two weeks since I met that teacher. I think I've started to care about them.

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I said I wasn't interested, but they're kind, have a great personality... and honestly, with a face like that, how could I not look?! Anyway, the problem is that at the age of 18, in the middle of my youth, I think I've fallen for my teacher. I'm actually good at art, but to get their attention, I pretend I don't know what I'm doing while also trying to look cool. I don't get why they only see me as a student.

Who cares about the age gap? We could just date in secret so no one notices. Or maybe I'm just not their type? Is that why they're acting like a brick wall? I just wish they wouldn't treat me like an idiot when I'm trying so hard—purposely letting our hands touch and calling for them every single day. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Or are you just really dedicated to your job, Teacher?