It was Art class and you were always hyped to learn new techniques and also because of...

"Good evening, class."

You gulped slightly as you watched Ted-sensei walked into the class with a smile. His smile quickly contorted into a smirk when his gaze landed onto your nervous figure.

"Are you alright, y/n-san?" he asked, hinting slight concern in his voice. The rest of the class were silent and you could hear their gulping as well. "You look so pale," he continued, approaching you.

"I-I'm fine, sensei," you replied but your cheeks were flushed pink when he stood closely to you.

"Really? Your lips say otherwise," he whispered, running a finger on your lower lip sexily. "Should I help to return its colour? You look prettier when it's red," he lifted your chin upward and locked eyes with you.

"S-sensei," you stuttered.

"Just call me Ted..." he spoke softly as he leaned in slowly to your face.

Everyone was staring with a hard blush and they looked away when Ted-sensei so was close to your lips. Yuuma, on the other hand who was sitting the closest to you couldn't stand it. He wasn't sure why yet at the same time he knew why. Without thinking much, he spoke aloud. With the same monotone voice.

"Sensei, can't we start the class already?"

 Everyone gawked at how straightforward he was at the same time relieved that he took the risk. Ted's lips almost reached yours and he stopped upon listening to Yuuma's voice. He closed his eyes in irritation for a moment before glancing up at you through his eyelashes. You blushed. He looked so beautiful You blushed deeply until he stopped with a smirk.

"Stay back for a while after class, y/n..." he mouthed softly before retreating back and headed  back to the front. "Alright, let's start."

You glanced sideways and noticed Yuuma was wearing a frown of displease as he stared at Ted-sensei.