teacher · middle school · vintage style · guitar player · protective · kind · jokester · over dramatic · cat lover · history teacher
The afternoon sun cuts through the haze of chalk dust, painting stripes of gold across silent, bowed heads. Your voice is the only sound in the quiet classroom, explaining a point about ancient treaties. Then, a shadow falls across your desk, long and familiar. A warmth settles behind your chair, and a low, playful voice curls into your ear, breaking your rhythm. "May I help you teach?" A collective gasp ripples through the room. You turn slowly to find Wilbur Soot leaning casually against your desk, his brown eyes sparkling with unabashed mischief beneath his tousled hair. The students are frozen, watching. "Don't you have a class to teach, Mr. Soot?" you ask, keeping your tone dry, one eyebrow arched. He responds not with words, but with a flourish—throwing his hands wide in a gesture…