The next morning, Ariana woke up early, the first rays of sunlight barely spilling through the dorm window. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Day, who was still sound asleep. He looked peaceful, his usually sharp features softened in rest, and she figured he could use the extra sleep after being gone for so long.

After quickly getting ready, Ariana grabbed her things and headed out. The hallways were eerily silent, the school still waking up as she made her way to class. She arrived early, and the doors to the classroom still shut. As Ariana leaned against the wall outside the classroom, she watched Leon approach, balancing a large box of papers that looked ready to topple at any moment. His usual composed demeanor was replaced by one of mild frustration as he adjusted the box in his arms, his steps careful but hurried.

"Good morning, Professor Leon," Ariana greeted, her voice warm yet tentative.

Leon glanced up, startled for a moment before offering a small, polite smile. "Ah, Ariana. Good morning. You're here early."

"I like to get a head start," she replied, her eyes flicking to the precarious box. "Do you need help with that?"

Leon hesitated for a moment, pride flickering across his features, but the wobble of the box quickly overruled it. "If you wouldn't mind. I underestimated just how many papers I had to grade this week."

Ariana stepped forward, taking the top half of the stack to lighten the load. The weight surprised her, and she nearly stumbled before steadying herself. "Whoa, are these essays or bricks?" she joked, earning a soft chuckle from Leon.

"Sometimes, they feel like both," he replied dryly. "Thank you. The classroom's just around the corner."

They walked together, the air between them relaxed. Ariana couldn't help but notice how composed Leon remained, even with the chaos of the morning clearly bearing down on him. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of other teachers like Orion or Madame Verlaine.

As they reached the classroom, Leon held the door open for her, gesturing for her to set the papers down on his desk. "You're quite punctual," he commented, arranging the remaining stack beside hers. "It's a quality not many students share these days."

Ariana smiled sheepishly, brushing her hair back. "I guess I just like to be prepared. Plus, it's nice to have a quiet moment before class starts."

Leon nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "A commendable trait. It will serve you well, both in and out of the classroom." He paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "How are you finding things lately? Adjusting well?"

Ariana hesitated, the question catching her off guard. For a moment, she thought about everything-her connection with Day, the tension with Orion, the weight of her decisions. But she quickly pushed the thoughts aside, forcing a small smile. "I'm doing okay. Just trying to balance everything."

Leon's sharp eyes seemed to catch the subtle undertone in her words, but he didn't press. Instead, he offered a small, reassuring nod. "Balance is key. But don't forget to take care of yourself in the process."

Ariana approached Leon cautiously Her voice was quiet but firm as she asked, "Can I speak with you in your office? It's... something private." Leon raised an eyebrow but nodded, sensing the seriousness in her tone.

"Sure," he said, gesturing for her to follow him.

As they reached his office, Leon opened the door, stepping aside to let her in first. "After you," he said, his voice calm and inviting.

As Ariana entered Leon's office, the door clicking shut behind her, she felt a wave of nervous energy course through her. The room was neat, with stacks of papers meticulously organized on the desk and shelves lined with books. Leon motioned for her to sit, taking his place behind the desk with an air of calm authority. His sharp eyes studied her as she sat, his gaze assessing but not unkind.

"Alright, Ariana," Leon said, leaning back in his chair, hands folded neatly in his lap. "What's on your mind?"

Ariana hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. She could feel his attention, sharp and focused, like he was already reading her thoughts. Finally, she took a deep breath and decided to start cautiously.

"I wanted to ask your opinion on something... hypothetically," she began, her voice steady but soft. "What do you think about relationships between students and teachers?"

Leon's brows lifted slightly, the question clearly catching him off guard. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk as he considered his answer. "A delicate subject," he replied slowly. "But one worth discussing. I believe that as long as it doesn't interfere with academic performance or professional conduct, it's not inherently an issue."

Ariana blinked, surprised by his straightforwardness. "So... you don't think it's wrong?"

Leon's gaze sharpened, his tone measured. "Wrong is a subjective term. Boundaries must be maintained, and respect is paramount. The key is ensuring that any personal dynamics don't compromise the responsibilities of either party. Why do you ask?"

Ariana felt her heart rate spike, her carefully constructed walls beginning to crack under his scrutiny. She shifted in her seat, suddenly feeling exposed. "I just... I've heard people talk about it before, and I was curious. That's all."

Leon's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. "Curiosity is natural," he said, his voice neutral but firm. "However, it's also important to understand the implications of such relationships-how they're perceived by others and the potential consequences they might bring."

His words felt pointed, though he hadn't outright accused her of anything. Ariana nodded slowly, trying to keep her composure. "Thank you for your perspective. It's... helpful."

Leon studied her for a moment longer before leaning back in his chair, the tension in the room easing slightly. "If this is about a specific situation, Ariana, my door is always open. But if it's just a hypothetical curiosity, then I trust you to handle it with the same maturity and thoughtfulness you bring to your studies."

Ariana stood, giving him a polite smile as she made her way to the door. "Thank you, Professor Leon. I appreciate it."Just as Ariana was about to step out of the classroom, a piercing voice echoed down the hallway, screaming Leon's name. The tone was high-pitched and erratic, filled with drunken energy. Before she could fully process it, Leon's hand shot out, grabbing her shoulder. "Get under the desk," he whispered urgently, pulling her toward his desk at the front of the room.

Startled, Ariana ducked under the desk as Leon moved to stand in front of it. The door burst open moments later, slamming against the wall. From her hidden spot, Ariana could only see the lower half of the intruder-a pair of wobbling heels and a short, glittering dress. The woman's voice was unmistakable now: slurred, flirtatious, and dripping with intoxication.

"Leoooon! There you are!" she cooed, stumbling closer. "You left me hanging all night, you know."

Ariana pressed herself further against the back of the desk, her heart racing. From her vantage point, she could see Leon's face, his expression shifting between irritation and unease. His eyes darted rapidly between the woman and Ariana, silently willing her to stay hidden.

The woman sauntered up to Leon, her movements unsteady but deliberate. She draped her arms around his neck and leaned in, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper. "You know you can't resist me," she purred before planting a sloppy kiss on his lips.

Ariana's jaw clenched as she tried to stay as quiet as possible, her thoughts racing. Who is this woman? Why is she acting like this with Leon? She could feel her pulse pounding in her ears as she watched the scene unfold, unsure of what to do next.

"Leon," the woman purred, her voice laced with both affection and teasing as she stepped into the room. "I've been looking for you everywhere. Why are you hiding away?" She moved with an effortless confidence, her midnight blue hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, and her eyes gleamed as they locked onto his.

Leon remained rooted by his desk, his entire body visibly tense. His gaze darted to where Ariana was crouched beneath the desk before returning to the woman. His jaw tightened ever so slightly, a crack in his otherwise unshakable calm.

The woman closed the distance between them, her lips curving into a playful smile as she slipped her arms around his neck. "You're always so serious," she murmured, her tone softening into something intimate. "Take a break for once."

Ariana's breath caught in her throat as she observed the exchange from her hiding spot. She felt like an intruder on a private moment she wasn't supposed to witness. Her heart pounded in her chest as the woman leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to Leon's lips, her hands sliding through his hair as though they'd done it a thousand times before.

Leon didn't move at first, his body stiff as though caught off guard. But he didn't push her away either, his gaze flicking downward for the briefest moment-toward Ariana's hidden position. The silent tension in the room was palpable, and Ariana clamped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from making a sound.

The woman pulled back slightly, her fingers tracing the collar of Leon's shirt. "You've been working too hard again, haven't you?" she teased, her voice light but with a touch of concern. "Always the dedicated one. But I thought I told you to take a break."

Leon let out a slow breath, his voice calm but resolute. "You know I can't just stop," he replied, his tone measured. "Especially not now. This isn't the time."

The woman didn't heed Leon's words as she continued to playfully tease him. Unbuttoning the collar of his shirt with a slow, deliberate motion, she leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his cheek. Her breath was warm against his skin as she whispered, "No one will see us, Leon. It's too early for students to be around. Just relax for once."

Ariana's heart raced as she watched, frozen in place. She could feel her pulse quicken as the woman's actions grew bolder, clearly ignoring Leon's quiet resistance.

Leon's body stiffened further, his expression strained as he placed a firm hand on the woman's shoulder, trying to gently pull her away. "Stop," he muttered, his tone edged with a rare hint of urgency. "This isn't the time for this."

But the woman simply smiled, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she slid him into the chair behind him. "You work too hard," she teased, pushing him down into the seat. "You deserve a break."

Leon's usual composure faltered for just a moment, and Ariana could see his gaze flicker toward her hiding spot again, silently pleading for her to stay hidden. He seemed torn, his jaw clenched, as the woman continued her advances.

Ariana felt a wave of confusion and unease wash over her. Who was this woman to Leon? And why was he tolerating this behavior? It didn't seem like the Leon she knew-the Leon who always kept things professional, calm, and distant.

The woman leaned in closer, her fingers tracing the line of his shirt, completely ignoring his attempts to stop her. "You need to relax. Let me take care of you for a change," she murmured, her voice sweet and sultry.

Leon finally spoke, his voice cold and clipped. "This isn't what I want right now. Please, stop."

Ariana's thoughts swirled, the tension in the room unbearable. She wanted to stay hidden, to not be a part of this situation, but her heart ached, unsure of what was really happening between them.

Leon's hands instinctively gripped the
arms of his chair, his knuckles white as
he clenched his jaw, attempting to
maintain his composure. The woman's
body pressed against him, her
novements deliberate and teasing. Her
shirt brushed the bare skin of his chest
where she'd unbuttoned his collar, and
her lower half ground against him in a
way that made his breath hitch.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing
his ear as she whispered, "Your body
says otherwise, Leon."

A low, involuntary groan escaped his
lips before he could stop it, his head
tilting back slightly. His face twisted
into a mixture of frustration and
something deeper as he struggled to
regain control of the situation.

The women unzipped Leon's
Pants pulling out his penis as
she rubbed it between their
body's for 3 minutes that felt like
hours to Ariana, who was
watching from her hiding spot
until Leon gripped the woman's
waist and stopped her

"That's enough," he said standing the woman up Ariana got a full view of his penis her jaw dropping as she felt heat run between her legs the woman adjusted her clothes and leaned in kissing Leon's cheek

"You're so serious and no fun anymore but I'll see you at home Leon baby" the women looked back at Leon biting her lip before closing the walking out closing the door Leon quickly attempted to put his dick away before Orion entered his office without warning

Leon quickly moved up to his desk, covering his lower half under the desk Ariana's face right next to his penis she could feel the heat coming off of it and see the precum dripping down his shaft

Orion stepped into Leon's office without hesitation, his usual calm demeanor intact. He paused just inside the doorway, raising an eyebrow at the disheveled state of the room-and Leon himself.

Leon, sitting stiffly behind his desk, hastily adjusted his position, pulling a file folder closer to the edge to obscure his lower half. His eyes narrowed at Orion, irritation flashing across his face.

"Learn to knock, Orion," Leon snapped, his tone sharp but slightly flustered.

Orion folded his arms, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Didn't realize I needed permission to enter a room I technically helped pay for," he replied smoothly, his mismatched eyes glinting with amusement.

Leon let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You and your timing are going to be the death of me."

Orion tilted his head, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to see Leon out of sorts. "Rough morning?" he asked, his voice laced with mock concern.

Leon shot him a warning glare but didn't respond, choosing instead to shuffle papers on his desk in a futile attempt to look composed. Orion smirked, pushing off the doorframe and walking further into the room.

"Don't worry," he added with a teasing edge. "Your secrets are safe with me. For now."

Leon sighed, his frustration evident as he leaned back in his chair, still shielding his lower half with a folder. His voice was low and strained when he finally spoke.

"What is it that you need, Orion?" he mumbled, clearly not in the mood for idle chatter.

Orion's smirk didn't waver as he casually approached the desk, his hands in his pockets. "I wanted to talk about Ariana," he said, his tone taking on a more serious edge.

Leon's eyes narrowed slightly, his focus sharpening. "What about her?"

"I think she has potential," Orion began, leaning slightly on the edge of the desk. "And I'd like to help her realize it. Train her personally, spend more time with her."

Leon stiffened at the suggestion, his expression unreadable as he studied Orion's face. "You've never taken much interest in mentoring students before," he said cautiously. "Why the sudden change?"

Orion shrugged, his mismatched eyes glinting with intrigue. "She intrigues me. There's something about her-something untapped. I think she could benefit from my guidance."

Leon leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk, his fingers steepled. "And this has nothing to do with your... habit of forming attachments to students?"

Orion's smirk widened, though his gaze remained steady. "I assure you, my intentions are purely professional. Mostly."

Leon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Orion, you're a walking HR complaint waiting to happen. If you're serious about this, you'd better keep it strictly about her training."

Orion raised a hand in mock solemnity. "Cross my heart," he said, though the playful glint in his eye suggested he didn't take Leon's warning entirely seriously.

Leon shook his head, muttering under his breath. "Why do I feel like this is going to end badly?"

Orion laughed, the sound deep and genuine, as if the tension in the room didn't bother him at all. "You know me, Leon," he said, leaning back against the wall with a playful glint in his eye. "I can't help but care for my students. Especially the cute ones."

Leon let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples. "Orion, you're a menace," he said, his voice tinged with both disbelief and resignation. "Just... keep it in check, alright? I don't want another mess on my hands."

Orion only shrugged, his smile widening. "Relax, I've got it under control," he replied casually. "Besides, a little bit of chaos never hurt anyone, right?"

Leon pinched the bridge of his nose again, trying to stave off the headache threatening to form. "Just don't make me regret letting you do this," he said, his voice flat with warning.

"You have my word," Orion said with mock seriousness, but his eyes still sparkled with mischief. "You'll see, Leon. Ariana's going to be one of the best."

Leon stared at him for a long moment, searching his face for any hint of insincerity. When he found none, he finally nodded. "Just remember, this isn't about you. It's about her growth."

Orion's smile softened slightly, though the playful energy never left his gaze. "Of course," he replied, his tone more genuine than before. "It's all about her potential."

Leon was quiet for a beat, before letting out a heavy sigh. "Just... don't overstep."

Orion winked at him, pushing himself off the wall with a light chuckle. "No promises." Then, with that, he walked out of Leon's office, leaving the older man to mull over

As soon as Orion left, Leon quickly straightened himself, his movements swift and almost stiff. He then stepped back, giving Ariana the space to emerge from her hiding spot under the desk. "I'm sorry you saw... that," he said, his voice a mix of embarrassment and frustration, his gaze averting hers. The tips of his ears had turned a deep shade of red.

Ariana stayed silent for a moment, processing the awkwardness of the situation. She nodded slowly, not quite sure what to say, before turning and walking out of Leon's office. Her mind was racing, but she pushed all thoughts aside as she returned to her seat in the classroom, trying to regain some sense of normalcy.

Sitting down, Ariana glanced around the room. The other students were slowly filling in, but her thoughts remained scattered. She waited quietly for the class to begin, her focus drifting between the lesson ahead and the unexpected encounter with Leon.