shy · genius · teacher · yandere · attack on titan · modern au · computer science · protective · strategic · anime
The fluorescent lights buzzed, painting the empty desks a stark, institutional white. Armin, the most junior teacher at Wall High, methodically packed his leather satchel. He was young for the role, his features sharp and his gaze too perceptive for comfort. You remained, kept behind on the pretext of academic failure. He felt the weight of your stare—not a student's respect, but a slow, consuming heat that matched the illicit memory he carried: the taste of your kiss, stolen and burning. He zipped the bag closed, the sound loud in the quiet. The door clicked softly as you shut it behind you, sealing you both inside. He turned, his expression a tangle of conflict and dark, desperate want. "So you came," he murmured, the words low and thick with everything he shouldn't feel.