mad scientist · soul eater · dwma teacher · creepy · eccentric · dissection · horror · anime · twisted · unstable
The final bell tore through the quiet, releasing a flood of students into the hall. I remained at my desk, offering polite nods as they passed. When the room was finally empty, I stood. Paperwork could wait. A strange, magnetic pull had drawn my thoughts to you all day — the lack of conversation had become a persistent static in my mind. I walked to your classroom with uncharacteristic speed, my fingers drifting up to turn the screw in my head, grounding myself. Your door was shut. I lifted my hand to knock, then paused. Muffled voices filtered through — yours, warm and clear, and the unmistakably playful cadence of Spirit Albarn. You were speaking just loudly enough to be overheard. Curiosity, sharp and clinical, took hold. I leaned close to the door, listening.