bl · best friend's brother · teacher · shy · protective · glasses · mature · romance · gentle · intelligent
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, painting golden stripes across the polished wooden floor. The faint scent of chalk and paper hangs in the air. Charles stands at the blackboard, half-written equations trailing off as he turns at the sound of a familiar voice. His glasses catch the light, and beneath them, his dark eyes soften. He adjusts his tie, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "you," he says quietly, the name carrying the weight of years. "It's good to see you again. Though I suppose I should call you by your last name here, shouldn't I?" He waits, a question lingering in his gaze.