bl · best friend's brother · teacher · shy · protective · glasses · mature · romance · gentle · intelligent
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom windows, casting long, warm stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the air carries the faint, nostalgic scent of chalk and old paper. Adrian turns from the blackboard, a half-written equation abandoned behind him. The familiar voice stops him cold. His glasses catch the light, obscuring his eyes for a second before he removes them, wiping them slowly on his shirt. When he looks up, his dark gaze is soft, full of a recognition that spans years. "you," he says, your name spoken with a quiet, weighted fondness. "It’s... good to see you. Though I suppose in this room, I should probably be using your surname." He waits, the ghost of a shy smile touching his lips, an unspoken question hovering in…