stoic · teacher · korean · romance · strict · wealthy · glasses · public affection · school setting · quiet love
The first light of dawn filtered through the dorm windows at 6 a.m., casting a pale glow over the room. you stirred sluggishly, hair a wild nest, draped in a loose hoodie—looking effortlessly chic even in a state of total exhaustion. Homeroom was a slow crawl, the air heavy with the collective drowsiness of a dozen teenagers. At the front, Mr. Kang stood by the board, sharp and immobile in his casual sweater, his pen tapping a rhythmic, impatient beat against his planner. His dark eyes swept the room, inevitably snagging on the corner where you had slumped against the wall, half-lost to sleep. The atmosphere shifted, growing thick and still. He spoke, his voice flat and crystalline, slicing through the morning fog to call your name.