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1.
It was at the end of the class, and Yujin was itching to leave as soon as possible. He was only taking an Intro to Business class to fulfill curriculum requirements, and this was his last class for the day. His brain had already clocked out midway through the lecture.
Professor Oh Sion was a great professor though. Yujin generally enjoyed taking his classes. Professor Oh was funny, quick with his remarks, and had an easygoing way of teaching that made classes bearable.
And, admittedly, it didn’t hurt that he was goddamn handsome. Unfairly handsome. Why would a man who looked like he belonged in magazine covers willingly teach exhausted college students—Yujin had absolutely no idea.
Yujin mindlessly scrolled on his phone, hiding it beneath the desk, half-listening as Professor Oh continued the lesson. He could still follow along, but at this point, he wanted nothing more than to go home, collapse onto his bed, and lose a few hours to whatever game his friends will decide on later.
When it felt like the day was never going to end, Professor Oh finally turned to the last slide of his presentation, signaling that the lecture was drawing to a close. A collective shift rippled through the room. Laptops snapped shut and chairs creaked as everyone prepared to leave.
Yujin locked his phone, slid it into his pocket, and waited for the familiar dismissal. His bag was already closed almost ten minutes ago.
Instead, Professor Oh paused.
“Before you guys go, we have to schedule your midterm exam,” he said.
A chorus of groans followed, Yujin joining in without thinking. Any hope of an early escape vanished, and the reminder of his looming exams was not helping his case in the slightest.
“Don’t worry, this will be quick. After this you can leave.” Professor Oh said, laughing softly—unfazed as ever. He proceeded to turn back to his laptop connected to the projector, closing the slides to open his digital calendar. “Let’s pick a date that works best for everyone.” he continued.
His calendar appeared on the screen—packed with color-coded blocks, but still neatly organized. Yujin lazily skimmed through the dates when one entry caught his attention.
26th – Dinner Date
He blinked at the screen, “Dinner Date?” He whispered to himself.
A few seconds passed in silence until a series of quiet murmurs ran through the room as everyone took notice of that entry.
“What is that?”
“Look at what’s noted for the 26th.”
“Huh?”
The curious atmosphere stretched as the whispers grew louder. At the front, Professor Oh continued checking his calendar, unaware of the growing tension in front of him.
Finally, one student at the front bravely asked aloud what everyone was thinking, “Uhm…Professor Oh?”
“Yes?” He paused.
She looked at the screen, hesitating, “What’s the dinner date for the 26th?”
The whole class fell silent as they held their breath, watching the mouse cursor hover over the entry. “Oh, that?” Professor Oh replied casually.
“Every 26th, my husband and I go out for a date. For this month, we’ll just be going for dinner, nothing too extravagant.” he continued, completely oblivious to the bomb he had just dropped. ”It’s our little tradition we like to do.”
Yujin froze in his seat.
His husband.
Professor Oh finally looked up, asking, “Will the 30th be fine for everyone?”
The whole class murmured in vague agreement, still reeling over the revelation.
“Great,” Professor Oh said, satisfied. “That gives us more than enough time to finish the remaining lectures. We might be able to squeeze in a review session if you guys want.”
Professor Oh shut his laptop and swiftly packed his things, “As always, you can email me if you have any questions. Good day everybody!”
And just like that, he walked out of the room.
Everyone watched the door closed behind him in silence. Then, chaos erupted.
“What the fuck, he’s married?”
“Did you know about this?”
“His husband… he has a husband!”
“Guys, this is the most exciting thing that has happened today!”
Groups gathered. Phones pulled out as conversations exploded across the lecture hall. People were scrambling to talk about what they had just learned about their professor.
Yujin slung his bag over his shoulder, staring at the now-blank projector screen as he stood up.
Professor Oh Sion.
The effortlessly charming, unfairly handsome Professor Oh Sion.
Had a husband.
And apparently nobody had known.
Yujin stepped out of the classroom, buzzing. Conversations spilled into the hallway behind him as the new campus gossip started to spread like wildfire.
Somehow, his Intro to Business class became the most interesting class in the whole campus.
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2.
“And when comparing two alternative investments, there are multiple factors to consider in calculating their Net Present Value,” Professor Oh explained. “Differences in cash flow timing, project lifespan, and potential risks can significantly affect which option is ultimately more profitable.”
Ami fought back a yawn as the lecture continued.
Don’t get her wrong, she loved Professor Oh. She had previously taken some of his classes before, and she genuinely enjoyed them. So when she saw that he was teaching one of her required courses this semester, she didn’t hesitate to sign up.
She signed up so fast she did not see that it was scheduled first thing in the morning.
At that point, there wasn’t much she could do but accept the fact that she now had to wake up at six am just to make it to class on time. The other option was dropping this class and joining the much later one—whose professor she absolutely hated.
So really, there had never been a choice for her.
Like she said, she loved Professor Oh. He may overshare a bit, but his classes were fun and easy to digest. And after a few classes, she can vaguely recall several facts about him.
For example, she could recount from memory his emergency room story involving a toothbrush. She could also name a few of his family’s cows back in his hometown.
So imagine her shock when heard from her juniors the news that he was married. Somehow, that had never came up in any of his stories. Guess that’s the only thing he decided to keep private.
Professor Oh suddenly let out a chuckle, startling Ami out of her thoughts.
“I know, I know—it can get confusing.” He said, walking over to the front of his desk, sitting at its edge. “This is probably some of you guys' first class of the day so let’s make it fun and practical.”
“Let’s say you’re deciding between two investments: a dog and a cat.”
“The dog,” Professor Oh continued, “is loyal, energetic, and encourages a more active lifestyle. Constant walks, playing, and training. Of course, the emotional payoff is constant and pretty great.”
“But,” he raised a finger, “there are still costs involved. Dogs require a little more time and effort. If you don’t invest enough effort, the returns may not be fully realized.”
He paused, letting the thought sink in.
“Now, for the cat.”
His eyes almost twinkled.
“They may require lower maintenance in some ways. Less need to go outside. Still the same emotional return as the dog. But they could be a little more unpredictable. They could start scratching your furniture, and knock glasses off the table”
A few students laughed quietly.
“Given the two options,” he continued. “What would you pick?”
Ami already knew her choice so she raised her hand. “A dog, professor. I grew up with dogs,” she explained.
Her classmate at the back answered, “A cat for me! They’re way more chill.”
“I don’t like cats, so definitely a dog!”
“What? Cats are way better!”
The room erupted into a lively debate. Everyone started laughing and shouting as they argued about the merits of dogs versus cats. The previously sleepy atmosphere disappeared completely.
“You see?” Professor Oh interrupted, smiling. “Given the pros and cons, the best option depends on the person.”
He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms in thought.
“My husband and I actually had this exact debate for a while.”
The lecture hall immediately perked up in curiosity. Ami’s head snapping towards the man at the front.
There it was—the husband!
Finally, something about the husband!
Ami and a few of her classmates exchanged quick glances—excited.
“You see, like everyone, we both weighed the pros and cons. We looked at our work schedules, and considered what would fit best for us. Both of us actually had dogs growing up too. But in the end…”
He paused, smiling.
“We chose a cat!”
A few students chuckled, but all waited for him to continue.
“The deciding factor?” he added. “The cat reminded me of my husband.”
This time, the laughter was louder. A few whispered to each other, while others quietly took notes with smiles on their faces. Ami pressed her lips together to stop herself from laughing too loudly.
A mixture of curiosity and amusement ran through her. She wasn’t sure what to make out of Professor Oh’s mysterious husband, but apparently he was a lot like a cat.
Professor Oh shook his head fondly at their reactions before pushing himself off his desk.
“So, back to NPV,” he said, returning to his lecture. “Each project or investment is different. One alternative might be best for one, while not so much for another. What’s important is you weigh your options carefully. Who knows the debate itself may be more exciting than the final decision.”
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3.
It was relatively quiet when Yuma placed the last tray of pastries onto the display beside the counter. The cafe he worked at occasionally sold special pastries, changing them every so often.
Today’s special was their strawberry shortcake—one of their more popular ones.
For a cafe so near the university, it was surprisingly calm that afternoon. A few people occupied the tables, tapping away in their laptops as the soft calming scent of coffee lingered in the air.
And of course, over time, the cafe had gathered a handful of regulars. One of them was Professor Oh Sion, or just Sion, as he insisted. He taught at the university, and whenever strawberry shortcake was on the menu, he would always stop by.
Yuma remembered the first time he had asked him about it.
“Are our strawberry cakes really that good?” Yuma asked. “This is the third time. In a row.”
“Yeah!” Sion answered immediately. “I love desserts, especially those with strawberries. And you guys make the best ones in the area! Honestly, just make them permanent."
Yuma laughed as he packed four slices of strawberry shortcakes. Four.
Ever since then, Yuma expected him to come by whenever the cakes appeared on their displays.
It was still early to his shift, when the bell above the entrance chimed. Yuma looked up from the counter. A man stepped inside, a university professor—visible from his lanyard and ID. He was on a call on his phone as he walked towards the display, scanning through the pastries. Yuma wiped his hands before approaching the counter.
“Hello! What can I get you?” Yuma asked in greeting.
The man hummed quietly before looking up to him. “Can I get two of your strawberry shortcakes? For to-go.” He said.
“Two strawberry shortcakes,” Yuma repeated. “Anything else?”
“That’s all, thank you.” He smiled politely.
The man paid and walked towards the pick-up counter, going back to his phone, still on an ongoing call with someone.
As Yuma carefully boxed up the cakes, he couldn’t help but overhear the man speaking on his phone.
“Yeah, I got them,” he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Don’t worry, they weren’t sold out yet.”
There was a small pause before he chuckled softly.
“You're on vet duty next time,” he added.
Yuma finished packing and handed him the cakes. The man gave him a quick smile before leaving without another word.
The hours passed slowly.
A few more people, mostly students, came and went. Yuma went on with his shift without any major issues—wiping tables, making coffee, and restocking the pastries. At some point, the last strawberry shortcake was sold.
By the time Yuma’s shift ended, the cafe had grown quieter again.
He wiped down the last table before heading towards the backroom to clock out. In his way, he glanced towards the empty display case, frowning slightly.
Sion never came today.
That’s a bit strange. He should have appeared at some point by then. Yuma shrugged, maybe he was just busy.
Yuma removed his apron and grabbed his bag from the back. He returned to the front, waving goodbye to his coworkers.
As he stepped towards the door, he almost bumped straight into someone.
“Oh, sorry—” he apologized, looking up.
“Sion!”
The professor looked just as surprised before a smile spread across his face in recognition.
“Sion, sorry,” Yuma said quickly. “If you’re here for the strawberry shortcakes, we completely sold out.”
Oddly, Sion didn’t seem bothered at all.
“That’s fine,” he said, waving him off. “I had my husband get them for me. I’m just here to get our coffee.”
Yuma blinked.
“Oh! That’s nice,” he said. “I thought you were going to skip today.”
“Do you think I’d pass up buying your strawberry cakes?” Sion asked, laughing. “I don’t want to wait for days just for the next batch.”
Yuma laughed along with Sion as he turned to enter the cafe.
“Fair enough.”
Sion gave him a small wave before stepping past him towards the counter.
“See you around, Yuma.”
“Yeah, see you!” Yuma replied.
Yuma pushed the door open, the bell chiming softly behind him as he stepped outside.
For a brief moment, he thought about the man from earlier—the university professor who bought the strawberry shortcakes.
He shrugged it off and kept walking.
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4.
Yewon went to enter the conference room for the business department meeting a little earlier than scheduled. She had recently joined the faculty as its newest instructor, and as a fresh graduate, she felt the quiet pressure of making good impressions.
Faculty meetings in the business department were, surprisingly, quite fun—if you asked her. Her colleagues were a mix of different personalities, lively and familiar with one another in a way that made the room feel warm rather than rigid. She’d already grown familiar with most of them, many welcoming her with open arms. Still, there was clearly a lot left to learn, especially if she planned on staying and building lasting connections.
However, she paused when she realized she wasn’t the first one there. Professor Oh and Instructor Fujinaga had already beaten her, and were already seated at the front of the room—hunched over Professor Oh’s phone.
“She slept on top of my spreadsheets. Again!” Professor Oh complained, tilting his phone towards Instructor Fujinaga. Though, his tone sounded more fond than annoyed.
“That’s what you get for getting a cat,” Instructor Fujinaga laughed. “I can’t wait to visit her. She’s putting you guys through hell!”
“Saku, please don’t talk about her like that.”
Yewon, feeling slightly hesitant, approached the two. “Good afternoon, Professor Oh, Instructor Fujinaga” she greeted softly.
“Oh! Yewon, how many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Sion.” Professor Oh said in greeting. “Hearing that from a colleague makes me feel…old.”
“But, you are old.” Instructor Fujinaga interjected teasingly, causing both him and Yewon to laugh as Professor Oh looked at them indignantly—betrayal etched across his face.
They chatted briefly after that. Yewon had already heard about the white cat, how Professor Oh had adopted her with his husband. She had learned about the chaos the cat had apparently brought over to their home. Professor Oh had even mentioned that he might bring her over to the university in the near future.
Soon enough, other faculty members began filing into the room. Yewon moved to the far end of the table. For now, she planned to primarily listen and observe the dynamics of the department.
As the meeting went on, Professor Oh and Instructor Fujinaga already started bickering over committee assignments. Admittedly, it was quite strange at first, but Yewon soon learned it was something she should just get used to. Their back-and-forth was almost a routine at this point that most barely took notice of it.
“Why don’t we just give this one to baby number two?” Professor Oh’s voice casually cut through the chatter.
“EHH?!” Instructor Fujinaga shrieked loudly, standing up.
Laughter rippled around the table as the two continued their banter. Yewon forced out a laugh, but she was still slightly confused.
Baby number two?
She blinked, puzzled.
That’s the first time she heard that. He called him that nickname so casually, and everyone was unfazed by it. Perhaps, it was an inside joke in the department she was not yet privy to?
Curious, she leaned closer to her side, nudging Professor Jung who was sitting beside her, “Did he just call him baby?” she asked in a low voice.
“Yes, baby number two.” He corrected.
“Is it an inside joke?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” he said, shrugging. “But he calls him that sometimes. They have been friends for a long time now.”
She nodded slowly. Clearly, there were more to the personalities here than she realized. Subtle nicknames out of many she had yet to learn. But the existence of number two raised the inevitable question.
“Then…who’s number one?”
“It’s Professor Tokuno Yushi,” He answered. “He’s in chemistry.”
That was… quite random, “Why?” Yewon pressed further.
Professor Jung shrugged lightly. “Just because.”
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5.
Jiwoo sat stiffly in the chair across from Professor Tokuno’s desk inside his office. Being one of his graduate advisees, she requested a consultation meeting after completing her first batch of experiments.
Professor Tokuno Yushi was one of the foremost experts in chemistry in the university. His work and name were frequently spoken of in seminars, and in local and international conventions alike. He was strict, precise, and notoriously meticulous in his work.
And yet, despite his quiet demeanour and the air of mystery that clung to him—never to overshare—he was surprisingly kind. He explained chemistry concepts patiently, never dismissed questions, and delivered his dry humor so subtly that it often caught people off guard. It was no wonder that his classes were sought after by students.
It also didn’t hurt that he was handsome.
While he wasn’t flashy in the conventional sense, there was something quietly striking about him—always calm, composed, and effortlessly put together. Students always took notice of him in the way he carried himself in unassuming confidence.
But as intimidating as his name preceded him, Jiwoo is deeply grateful to have him as her advisor. She couldn’t believe that he even accepted her as one of his graduate students. He was known to be quite selective in choosing students to study under his laboratory.
He was quick to respond to her questions, generous with his insights, and exacting in a way that made her work better. Just yesterday, he agreed to her request for a brief meeting after a few mishaps in her experiments. He somehow managed to squeeze her into an already packed schedule of classes, laboratory projects, and faculty obligations.
She was just beginning to spiral over the possibility that she may not be able to complete her experiments, fearing she might have to restart from the beginning, when the office door suddenly swung open. The interruption snapping her out of her thoughts.
“Oh! I didn’t know someone was here.”
“Good morning!” she said, startled, scrambling to stand. “I’m one of Professor Tokuno’s advisees.”
Professor Oh Sion blinked at her, standing by the door, before smiling at her in greeting.
Jiwoo knew him—of course she did. Even though he came from an entirely different department, his reputation preceded him. Young, handsome, smart, and endlessly talked about, especially after the recent revelation that he was married. If anything, that only made him more popular.
Still.
Why was he here? In Professor Tokuno’s office?
“Oh, right—you’re one of Ushi’s graduate students,” Professor Oh said. “He's on his way. Got held up at the admin office.” He gestured vaguely, stepping inside. “Don't mind me, I’m just grabbing something.”
Before Jiwoo could even form a reply, he went behind the desk as if he’d done so a hundred times already, pulling drawers open, completely unbothered by the fact that this is very much not his own office. He even called Professor Tokuno by a nickname. The casualness of it all made Jiwoo freeze in place.
“He reorganized.” She heard him mutter to himself, frowning slightly before pausing and glancing over to her. “Sorry—this may take a while.”
“Oh, uhm… it’s fine,” Jiwoo said nervously, standing straighter.
Though nothing about what was happening felt fine.
Do professors regularly go through each other’s things like shared property? Especially professors from completely different fields? She’s sure Professor Tokuno would never allow anyone to rummage through his office like this.
She hadn’t even known the two of them were close, let alone knew each other at all.
“There it is!” Professor Oh said suddenly, smiling triumphantly, as he pulled out a slim notebook tucked beneath a pile of papers.
“You’re making a mess of my office. Again,” a voice said.
Jiwoo whipped her head towards the door to see Professor Tokuno standing there, his arms crossed, clearly unimpressed with what was happening inside his office.
Professor Oh, not even looking guilty, smiled. “You reorganized,” he reasoned.
Professor Tokuno just sighed, shaking his head—almost fondly. He turned to look at her, “Apologies for the delay, Jiwoo.” he said. “And for the mess he made.” his eyes flickering to Professor Oh who continued to smile teasingly as he moved to leave, notebook in hand. “Shall we begin? You mentioned some inconsistencies in your preliminary results.”
“Ah, yes, professor,” Jiwoo said quickly, snapping back into place as she sat down, pulling out her notes. Professor Tokuno went behind his desk, settling in his seat in front of her.
“Are we still on for lunch?” Professor Tokuno asked suddenly.
“Not today,” Professor Oh replied, lingering by the door, “I have another meeting later.”
“Then, don’t forget to eat,” Professor Tokuno said, but still not looking up. Was he… sulking? Jiwoo did not wish to know. “And no, coffee does not count.”
She stared very intently at her notebook, as she heard the door close, gentler than when it was opened a while ago. Ignoring the casual exchange happening in front of her that she’s sure she wasn’t allowed to witness.
She began explaining her findings, recounting what might have gone wrong in her experiments as Professor Tokuno nodded along. Yet, she couldn’t stop thinking about the way Professor Oh had moved through the office like he belonged there—and the way Professor Tokuno had let him.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if this unusual familiarity between them had anything to do with Professor Oh’s illustrious husband.
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+1
A soft knock interrupted Yushi in the middle of his afternoon lecture.
He paused mid-sentence as, along with the rest of his class, turned their attention towards the door. It creaked open slightly, revealing Ryo peeking in, looking a little apologetic.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he said in a low voice. “But I found her wandering around the hallway.”
Yushi frowned slightly, confused. Until his eyes darted down, landing on what Ryo was holding.
Yogi.
Their cat.
“Ah,” he exhaled in realization.
“Sorry, just a moment.” Yushi said to his class as he quickly stepped away from the board, darting towards the door.
“I was supposed to drop her in your office,” Ryo explained quietly, carefully holding the white cat in his arms. ”But she wouldn’t budge. So I figured I’d just bring her over to you.”
Yushi took Yogi from him with practiced ease. The cat immediately leaned into his touch, purring softly.
“Hyung’s supposed to pick her up from my office. She probably got out,” he said, gently scratching under her chin as she continued to purr. “And you know how he is. Probably got caught up in a meeting and forgot to tell me.”
“Sounds about right.” Ryo snorted.
“I’ve got to get back to class,” Yushi added. “Thanks for bringing her over.”
“Of course,” Ryo said with a grin. “Just tell Sakuya I’m the better uncle between the two of us.”
Yushi let out a soft laugh. “I’ll consider it.”
Ryo gave Yogi one last affectionate head pat before slipping out of the room, the door closing softly behind him.
When Yushi turned back to face his class, the atmosphere had completely changed.
Students were leaning forward in their seats, whispering to each other in excited voices. Some had pulled out their phones, barely pretending to hide it. Clearly, they have already forgotten that this was still a chemistry class.
Yushi walked back to the center of the room, one hand holding Yogi as he pulled his phone out with the other.
“Sorry about that,” he said casually, typing a quick message. He took a quick glance down at the white cat, who was now comfortably settled in his arms, completely unbothered by everyone’s attention.
“But it looks like we have a guest for today.”
“This is Yogi,” Yushi continued, lifting her slightly so his class could see her. “We adopted her a few weeks ago.”
A collective “aww” spread through the room. A few were already taking pictures of their surprise guest. Someone in the front row—eyes wide—voiced out their excitement.
“How old is she, professor?”
“Is Yogi short for anything?”
“Can we pet her?”
Yushi huffed a quiet laugh. “One at a time,” he said. “She’s seven months old. And yes—Yogi is short for Yogurt. No, I didn’t name her.” That earned him a laugh out of everyone.
“And no,” he added, trying to cut off the next wave of questions, “you cannot pet her. We still have a lecture to get back to.”
A chorus of groans followed, but still, the lighthearted atmosphere remained.
“She won’t stay long anyway,” he added quickly, turning towards the board, about to resume his lesson. “So, don’t get too excited. Someone’s supposed to pick her up.”
That seemed to settle them, even by just a little bit.
“Where were we—”
The door suddenly slammed open with a loud bang.
Yushi flinched, irritation already rising as he turned sharply to glare at the intruder only to find—
“Sion?”
Sion stood at the doorway, slightly out of breath. His tie was loosened, hair a little disheveled, like he had just rushed across campus. Eyes in panic as it scanned the room until they landed on the cat in Yushi’s arms.
Relief softened his entire expression.
“There you are,” he said, stepping inside.
The class went still, staring at their intruder in recognition.
Professor Oh Sion.
Everyone watched in bated breath as the professor in everyone’s lips the past few weeks walked towards Yushi.
Yushi felt it immediately—the shift. The whole room piqued in curiosity, confusion, and excitement.
Sion, on the other hand, seemed entirely oblivious.
He walked straight up to Yushi, his attention fixed solely on the cat. “I went to your office and she wasn’t there.” He explained in a soft voice, reaching out to gently scratch the cat’s chin.
Yogi purred louder.
“I sent you a text.”
“Sorry, I kind of panicked.” Sion admitted with a small laugh as he took the cat from Yushi. Yogi immediately settled into his arms like she was waiting for him.
That was when it clicked for everyone.
The ease, familiarity, and unconscious closeness made everyone freeze in place. The silence grew heavier as the realization finally dawned on them.
Pieces were starting to fall into place.
Sion glanced around, finally noticing the silence. “Uhm, why is it so quiet?” he asked, brows furrowed together.
He looks at Yushi in confusion, seemingly asking for an explanation.
Yushi just sighed.
“Haven’t you heard?” he said dryly. “The famous Professor Oh Sion has been the center of campus gossip for the past few weeks.”
Sion blinked.
“Why?”
Yushi tilted his head, trying to keep a straight face. “Because you’re married.”
Another pause.
Sion frowned at him.
“Yeah,” he said
Then, he pointed—directly at Yushi.
“To you.”
That did it.
The room erupted into absolute chaos.
Voices overlapped, students turning to each other, to their phones, and back to the two professors in front. They were in shock, disbelief and excited as they finally had an answer.
“What?!”
“You guys are married?!”
“Oh my god!”
“You guys have a cat together?!”
Yushi closed his eyes briefly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had expected this kind of reaction.
Admittedly, he was shocked the first time he heard students talking about Sion—about his mysterious husband. Not by the gossip itself, but by the fact that no one seemed to realize it was him.
He tried to say something, but the moment Ryo and Sakuya realized Sion had no idea people didn’t know, they insisted he keep quiet. Far too entertained for their own good.
So he did. He said nothing.
And now, he had to deal with this.
Sion, meanwhile, stared at everyone, genuinely baffled at their reactions.
“Wait—you guys didn’t know?” he asked incredulously. “We don’t even try to hide it. We’ve been married for 8 years!”
That only made the noise grow louder.
A few students laughed in disbelief while others turned to each other, vibrating in pure excitement. Some were updating their friends, while some were outright holding their phones up, filming the moment.
Sion looked around, still trying to piece together what exactly everyone had apparently missed. “I’ve mentioned him before,” he added defensively, glancing back at Yushi who just laughed softly at him.
“You have,” Yushi said flatly. “Just not clear enough for people to connect the dots.”
A few students snorted at that.
Sion laughed, shaking his head, while Yushi exhaled slowly, amused.
“Alright,” he said, catching everyone’s attention. “That’s enough.”
He guided them both back to the door, Yogi still snugly tucked into Sion’s arms. The room gradually quieted down. “You have to leave. And we—” he glanced pointedly at his class, “—have a lecture to get back to.”
Sion adjusted Yogi in his arms, still clearly amused to what just happened. “Okay, okay. I’m going.”
Sion took a step back before pausing. Yushi frowned slightly, about to open his mouth, a question already at the tip of his tongue.
Before he could speak, Sion suddenly leaned in.
He barely had time to react before he felt Sion press a soft kiss to his cheek.
Yushi stilled, heat creeping up into his neck and ears. For a second, his brain completely blanked.
Sion pulled back, smiling like he did not just kiss Yushi in front of everyone.
“Well, Ushi,” he said in a teasing tone—a tone he is very much familiar with. “See you later?”
Sion let out a laugh upon seeing Yushi’s stunned face as he left the room, Yogi in hand.
The door clicked shut.
Yushi stood there for a second, face still feeling warm. Then, he slowly turned his back against the door, walking back to the center of the room.
He looked at his class only to find them all staring at him, grins etched across their faces.
He just sighed, defeated.
“Five-minute break.”