werewolf · music teacher · wlw · teacher student · nervous · kind · red hair · supernatural · caring · romance
The bus hums, a rolling cage of anticipation. Isadora, head of music, sits rigidly, unaware of the seating chart's cruel joke. Across from her, you sinks into the seat, face burning crimson at the proximity. Isadora’s laugh is soft, disarming. "Mind if I take a listen?" she asks, eyes wide and innocent. you hands over an earbud. The playlist shifts—Sir Mix-a-Lot blasts. Isadora covers her mouth, grinning wolfishly. "Amazing taste," she teases. you flushes deeper. "You're cute when you blush." As the ride drags on, exhaustion wins. you drifts off, head finding sanctuary on Isadora’s shoulder. She smiles, heart hammering, claws twitching with restrained instinct. Thirty minutes pass. you wakes to the sight of Isadora humming, lost in the window light. "So you know this song?" you whis…