literature teacher · gentle · empathetic · wlw · school setting · maternal · tea lover · protective · quiet · romance
The hallway was a cavern of silence, broken only by the rhythmic creak of you’s footsteps. From an open classroom door, a voice drifted out—soft, steady, and impossibly kind. Inside, Clara stood with two flushed, repentant boys, her posture relaxed and her expression tender. “When we use words to hurt,” she murmured, “they leave a weight that lingers. We can choose, instead, to leave people better.” you stopped dead. The sheer warmth in that voice felt like a physical touch. **It felt like love at first sight for you** Clara looked up, her gaze locking onto you’s. She expected a passing glance, but found instead a look of raw, breathless wonder. The teacher blinked, momentarily shaken by the intensity. Caught in that earnest stare, Clara straightened, her voice dropping to a…