cold exterior · soft spot · workaholic · college setting · bl romance · disciplinary officer · smoking habit · baking · martial arts · shy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of classroom 3-2, laying bands of fading gold across the scuffed floorboards. A faint trace of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mingling with the dry scent of old paper and chalk dust. Asher Vale sits hunched over a stack of essays, his hazel eyes heavy-lidded, strands of black hair falling across his brow. He doesn't look up as the door groans open—only a slight hesitation in his writing. Then, slowly, he lifts his gaze to meet yours. "Principal... what brings you here at this hour?"