"Did she just say vagina?" one boy muttered loudly, unable to hold it in.
"Bro...say pussy instead!" another added, and the room erupted into laughter.
Some boys slapped their desks, laughing so hard they nearly bent over. A few even imitated the teacher's voice mockingly, repeating the word like it was the funniest thing in the world.
The girls weren't spared from the humiliation. Their faces burned red, some lowering their heads, others glaring daggers at the boys. Even the bubbly girl looked like she had been molested, her cheeks as pink as a tomato.
Athena froze for a moment, heat rushing up her neck. She tightened her grip on her pen. Her face remained composed, but her ears betrayed her, they burned hot, bright red. She refused to look at anyone.
But, inside, she was boiling. Immature idiots. She couldn't believe they are acting like babies.
The teacher slammed her hand down on the desk.
"Enough! This is biology, not a playground!"
Her voice sliced through the chaos, though the boys still whispered under their breaths, some unable to stop grinning.
Theodore didn't move. Not a word, not even a twitch. He sat beside Athena, utterly still, his eyes forward. The laughter, the embarrassment, the chaos, everything, it was like none of it existed to him.
The teacher adjusted her glasses, her tone sharper now.
"As I was saying, the vagina serves as the passage through which menstrual blood leaves the body, and it is also the canal through which childbirth occurs. This is medical, scientific fact. If you cannot handle this maturely, you are free to leave my class."
The room fell into a tense silence, though a few chuckles still lingered.
Athena's pen scratched again, her letters neat and precise, though her heart was still thumping fast. She didn't lift her head, didn't give the boys the satisfaction of seeing her flustered face. But deep down, her embarrassment burned like fire.
The teacher kept her professional tone as she moved to the next part of the lesson.
"Now, we come to a very important part of the female reproductive system," she said calmly, writing the words in neat handwriting on the digital board. "The vagina. This organ connects the external genitals to the uterus, and it plays a very important role not only in childbirth but also during sexual intercourse."
The moment she said sexual intercourse, the entire class shifted.
A few boys in the back tried to stifle their laughter but failed, their shoulders shaking. Others gave each other side glances and smirked. A low murmur ran through the room like wildfire, and soon chuckles began bubbling into outright laughter.
Some of the girls gasped and covered their faces, cheeks burning red. Others tried to look serious, flipping their notebooks like nothing was funny. Athena felt her face heating up too, even though she pressed her lips together tightly to keep from reacting.
The teacher raised her voice slightly, trying to keep her authority. "Class, quiet please." She adjusted her glasses and continued, refusing to let them derail the lesson. "During intercourse, the penis is inserted into the vagina, where sperm is deposited. From there, sperm travels through the cervix into the uterus and then to the fallopian tubes, where fertilization may occur."
The class exploded again.
Some boys openly whistled.
One even said out loud, "She said inserted! Bro, that's wild!" which caused another round of laughter.
Athena looked down at her notebook, pretending to be busy, but her ears were red. She couldn't believe how childish they were acting, but at the same time, she couldn't stop the corners of her lips from twitching.
The teacher sighed deeply, rubbing her temple. "Class, please behave. This is a serious topic."
And just when it seemed like the noise was about to settle, Theodore Argentis, who had been sitting calmly beside Athena all this time, suddenly spoke. His voice was smooth, cold, but carried enough weight that everyone heard him.
"Teacher," he said lazily, tilting his head, "you said the vagina stretches during sex, right? Exactly how much can it stretch?"
The room went silent for two seconds, then boom.
The class erupted like a bomb went off.
"Oh my God!"
"Frost, you're insane!"
"Did he really just ask that?!"
The girls gasped in horror, their faces red with embarrassment. Some squealed and covered their ears.
Athena's whole body froze beside him, her mouth slightly open. She turned her head slowly, eyes wide, staring at him in disbelief. He wasn't even looking at her, he just leaned back in his seat, calm as ice, lips tugged in the faintest smirk, like he had said it just to watch the chaos.
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. Did he really just...
The teacher nearly dropped her eyeglasses, her professional mask cracking as her lips twitched into a restrained smile. She coughed loudly, trying to regain control. "M-Mister Argentis, that's not an appropriate question for the classroom."
But it was too late. The students were already rolling with laughter, some banging their hands on their desks. The boys in the back were practically choking, their faces red from laughing too hard.
Theodore, however, didn't laugh. He stayed completely straight-faced, as if nothing was funny. His green eyes glanced sideways at Athena for only a moment, just long enough for her to feel the sharp chill of his gaze.
The class was still losing it, the girls yelling but no one dare to point a finger at him, the boys, slapping their desks, and the teacher struggling to bring back order.
But Athena… she sat there with her palms cold, her mind racing, caught between wanting to scream at him and strangely wanting to understand why he was so infuriatingly calm after dropping such a bomb.
The teacher had finally managed to calm the class down, though the air still buzzed with giggles and murmurs. Athena gripped her pen tighter, her knuckles almost white. She couldn't take it anymore, the childish laughter, the way Theodore had spoken so casually about something so personal.
She turned to him slowly, her eyes locking on his sharp profile. She wasn't going to forgive herself, if she kept quiet and let this slide. Her voice came out firm, louder than she expected.
"You know… the way you talk about a woman's body like that, it's disrespectful."
The moment her words hit the air, the class froze again.
Heads turned.
Some jaws dropped.
Even the bubbly girl at the back leaned forward like she had just witnessed a car crash about to happen.
Theodore didn't move right away. He kept sitting there, calm and unbothered, like her words didn't touch him at all. Then, slowly, his green eyes slid to her, catching hers without hesitation.
For a second, it felt like the whole room shrunk, the air going cold around her. His gaze was piercing, sharp enough to cut her composure in half.
He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving just faintly, not a smile, not a smirk, but something caught inbetween.
"Disrespectful?" His voice was low, smooth, carrying a dangerous edge. "Funny, because when I mentioned it, you turned red. If it bothers you that much… maybe you should ask yourself why."
The air cracked.
Athena's breath caught in her throat. Did he just...
Her face burned instantly, hot and uncontrollable, no matter how hard she tried to compose herself. She opened her mouth, ready to say something back, but no words came out.
The whole class exploded like fireworks.
"OH MY GOD!"
"FROST DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!"
"BROOOO!"
Some of the guys were already rolling on their desks, laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. The girls gasped, half in shock and half trying to hide their laughter behind their hands. Even the teacher froze, stunned. What crime did she ever committed to deserve this?