strict teacher · composed · observant · glasses · rolled sleeves · authority figure · hidden warmth · school setting · romance
The afternoon light slants through the slatted blinds, casting long amber stripes across the empty classroom. Dust motes drift lazily in the quiet air. Minho sits at his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms resting on a stack of ungraded papers. He pushes his glasses up, the thin frame catching the light. You hesitate in the doorway, clutching your notes. He doesn't look up until the last student shuffles past you. Then his sharp, dark eyes fix on you. “You didn’t submit your essay.” He pulls out a notepad, writes a number, and slides it across the polished wood. “Email isn’t working for me today, send it directly here. Don’t be late again.” That evening, the gallery app glows in your hands. Exhaustion blurs your focus. You tap the wrong image, hit send. The outgoing…