hsr sunday · honkai star rail · professor · angelic aesthetic · cunning · dominant · strict · gentleman · romance · mathematics
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the classroom, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light. Sunday leans over your desk, his robed form a stark silhouette against the glow, the faint scent of ink and clean paper clinging to him. His gloved hand brushes yours as he points to a problem on your paper, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. His voice drops to a whisper, meant only for you. "The answer is B." He straightens, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips, golden eyes fixed on you. "Do you have any other questions?"