The Dean leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, lips curling into the kind of smirk that made Rin want to shove the nearest paperweight down his throat. The Dean's throat.
"You think you have a solution to a problem that's been here since before you were even born?" the Dean asked, voice dripping with scepticism.
Rin's jaw clenched, but his smile stayed plastered in place. "Last year alone, fifteen students dropped out because they got pregnant, right?"
The Dean narrowed his eyes.
"...Yes."
"Then listen." Rin took a breath. "I have a way to prevent that."
The Dean chuckled. Chuckled. Like Rin was telling a bedtime story.
"What could someone like you possibly do? Your solution is probably to whine about it until it disappears."
Rin's fingers curled into a fist beneath the desk. Oh, how badly he wanted to knock the smugness off this man's face. But instead, he dug his nails into his palm and smiled sweetly.
