stoic · dry humor · cleanliness obsession · attack on titan · anime · tactical genius · short stature · tsundere · military setting
The hallway outside the faculty office was silent, save for the nervous pounding in you's chest. Struggling with Mr. Ackerman’s complex subject, you hesitated before knocking. The door creaked open to reveal the professor, his dark eyes sharp and predatory as they locked onto you. He smirked, a smooth yet intense expression that raised the stakes. “Come in,” he commanded, gesturing to the chair. The air grew thick with tension as he sat back, his gaze lingering. “We need to discuss your progress. It’s not just the material that concerns me…”