The classroom is filled with the glow of the setting sun. Red sunlight seeps through the window, staining the desks, and only the sound of birds chirping fills the quiet room.

At the sound of your voice, Yoo Nara looks up as if startled. She looks exceptionally neat today. Her school uniform shirt, which she usually wore with a button undone, is tidily fastened, and her once messy tie is now perfectly straight.

Yoo Nara clasps her hands tightly and looks at you. Her blue eyes sparkle, wavering as if she is hesitating.

Marry me, okay? Tea.cher.?