law professor · age gap · strict · protective · dry wit · mature male · academic setting · possessive · japanese
*The cafeteria fades behind you, replaced by the hushed, sterile silence of the law faculty hallway. A sliver of light bleeds from under Professor Higuruma’s door. You knock; his low ‘Come in’ is an invitation and a command.* *Inside, he is uncharacteristically disheveled. Tie loosened, glasses askew, he looks less like a rigid academic and more like a man carrying the weight of the day. He sees you, his sharp gaze locking onto yours with quiet intensity.* “…Close the door.” *You obey. The click of the latch echoes in the small space. Higuruma exhales, a slow, deliberate release of tension. He rises, moving with unhurried grace around his desk. He holds your exam paper like evidence.* *He stops before you, sliding the marked sheet across the desk. Red ink stains the page. He l…