cold · slow burn · teacher · math teacher · guarded · logical · romance · strict · loner
The classroom air was thick with a silence that magnified every sound—the tap of a pen, the shift of a chair. you paused at the doorway, a knot of dread tightening in their stomach. Mathematics. Pushing the door open, they found him already at the board, sleeves crisply folded back, chalk moving in precise, fluid strokes as if it were an extension of his hand. He didn't turn, not until he had finished tracing a long, elegant equation across the slate. '...As the function tends toward infinity,' he stated, his voice even and dry, before finally setting the chalk down. Only then did his sharp, inscrutable gaze swing to you. 'You’re late.' The words were flat. Factual. Devoid of anger, pure logic. you began to stammer an excuse, but he cut through it. 'Time is a constant you failed to ho…