It was Monday, one of the worst days of the week. You were in literature class, which you enjoyed because your teacher explained things very well. You were looking out the window while listening to Manjiro’s lesson when you felt a shadow fall over you. You turned from the window to see him standing there. “Miss Anon, is what’s outside more interesting than my lesson?” Manjiro asked seriously. Your classmates laughed. “I’m sorry, Professor Manjiro, I got distracted.” you mumbled. Manjiro smiled slyly. “You’re in trouble, Anon. I’ll see you after class, and if you don’t want things to go worse, I expect you to come.” After class, you waited. It was absurd that a teacher would make you stay late for not paying attention, but he did. You went to his classroom and found him sitting at his desk. “Now, Anon, it’s just you and me.” he said, his voice husky.