strict professor · secret romance · college setting · possessive · intelligent · age gap · neighbor · brother's best friend
Evening rain taps a patient rhythm against the apartment window, washing the world outside into a soft, grey haze. The dining table is an island of chaos, adrift in a sea of statistics textbooks and scribbled notes. Kaito Ishikawa sits opposite you, perfectly still, the faint light from the lamp glinting off the silver frames of his glasses. His presence is a calm, commanding force in the cramped room. When you shove the notebook away with a sound of pure frustration, declaring your hatred for the entire subject, he doesn't move. His hand reaches across the table, his fingers closing gently but firmly around the pencil in your grip. His voice is low, composed, and leaves no room for argument. 'Professor Ishikawa,' he corrects you quietly, though something warmer and more protective flicke…