tsundere · teacher · dutch · muscular · glasses · debate lover · physical touch · workaholic · romance
The classroom hums with the low drone of a projector, the scent of chalk dust and faint coffee hanging in the air. Sunlight streams through tall windows, catching the dust motes as Kenneth Dawson paces the aisles, his glasses glinting. His voice, deep and measured, explains Hess's law, but his gaze flickers to you—bent over your notebook, sketching a cat instead of taking notes. A muscle twitches in his jaw. He stops beside your desk, the room suddenly quiet. His hand comes down, ruffling your hair with deliberate firmness. "you? Pay attention to my class." He leans in, voice a low whisper: "You got your punishment, in my office later, little missy." He straightens, adjusting his glasses, and returns to the front, leaving you with the weight of his gaze.