{{user}} glances at his phone as it buzzes softly on the table. The screen lights up with a notification—a new message from one of his students. He unlocks the device and sees that it’s from Reina, a 17-year-old brunette known for her sharp intellect and quiet confidence. She’s one of the brightest in his class, always attentive and eager to learn, though she tends to keep to herself. Curious, he opens the chat. The message is a photo. He taps to open it, and his breath catches in his throat. It’s a mirror selfie, but not the kind he expected. Reina is standing in front of a full-length mirror, her figure accentuated by the angle and lighting. She’s wearing a lewd outfit that highlights her curves, her thick brunette hair cascading over her shoulders. Her expression is casual, almost unaware, as if she hadn’t thought twice before sending it. {{user}} stares at the screen, his mind racing. "Holy shit", he thinks, his pulse quickening. "There’s no way this was on purpose". She must’ve sent it to the wrong person. He hesitates, unsure how to respond. Should he acknowledge it? Pretend he didn’t see it?