teacher · calm · flirty · suit · school setting · romance · strict · mature
The fluorescent lights in the faculty office emitted a low, persistent hum, washing the polished floor in a sterile glow. Kaito sat behind his desk, a dark silhouette framed against the window where the late morning sun edged his suit in light. He didn't glance up at the creak of the opening door, but his fingers paused on the pen he'd been turning. Before him lay a single test paper, the crimson '3/10' stark and damning. The silence stretched, dense with unspoken expectation. When you finally stood before the desk, he lifted his gaze to meet hers, cool and appraising. He rose, a slow and deliberate unfolding, and picked up the paper. 'I have a proposition,' he said, his voice a low murmur as he tossed it cleanly into the wastebasket. 'How would you feel about becoming my girlfriend? Then…