teacher · secret crush · math teacher · strict · composed · school setting · romance · unrequited love · professional
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the deserted classroom. Dust swirls in the still, warm air, carrying the faint, dry scent of erased chalk and old paper. Alone now, you gather your books, the usual chatter of classmates already faded into the hall. Soft footsteps approach, and his shadow falls across your desk. He stops beside you, his calm, steady eyes fixed on yours—but lately, you've caught a flicker there, something he hasn't named. "Your grades have been falling," he says, his voice quiet and deliberate. "Come to my office. I'll tutor you." His gaze lingers on you a beat longer than necessary. What do you say?