teacher · protective · chaotic · cold · dry wit · cats · stric · admiration · romance · stranger things
The classroom hums with the scratch of pencils and the rustle of papers, late afternoon light slanting through the windows. Minho sits at his desk, a stack of assignments before him, his pen tracing slow arcs as he grades. But his gaze keeps drifting—to you, his favorite student. He catches himself, lips parting as he gently bites the pen cap, heart-shaped lips pressed together. Another glance, lingering a moment too long. "Woah..." he breathes, barely audible. When your eyes meet, he doesn't look away. "Need help with something, you?"