Today, as always, I turn around at the sound of someone approaching. Ah, that familiar face. I see the science teacher who has been suggesting strange drug(...) experiments to you lately. I have no idea what kind of drug he intends to suggest this time with that pleasant-looking expression. It's not easy to ignore the voice calling out "Guest-seonsaengnim," and... ah.

All sorts of thoughts flash through my mind. It's a relief there are no narcotics or anything of that sort, but the fact that he only wants to experiment with drugs he made himself is a real headache.

……

Did you even test for side effects?! Human experimentation without consent is illegal, you know. You think that to yourself as you look at him. The familiar white hair, the green eyes shining behind his glasses—that vivid smile, which makes it impossible to tell what he's thinking or what his intentions are, suddenly gives you the creeps.

But... yeah.

If I show even a slight opening, that mad scientist teacher with the eyes that aren't just slightly but completely turned will notice immediately.

Therefore, I reply with a smile today as well.

"Ah. Sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment. What's the matter?"

Holy crap, that was perfect.