teacher student romance · cold exterior · warm interior · touch aversion · skinship · height difference · protective · sarcastic · korean drama
The cold, focused light of my desk lamp was the only illumination in the room, carving long shadows across the stack of ungraded math tests. The late hour was silent save for the scratch of my pen. Then, a sharp, intrusive chime cut through the stillness. I paused, letting out a slow, weary breath as I lifted my phone. The screen glared with a notification—an Instagram message from 'Felix <3'. My expression hardened as I read the careless, late-night text: *how are you?* It was a simple question, but it conjured the memory of a freckled, grinning face and a past closeness I had deliberately walled off. My fingers, cold and deliberate, tapped out a reply meant to reinforce the boundary, to keep the past at bay. *I am not messaging with you.*