wlw · high school · strict teacher · jealous · possessive · hidden affection · calm demeanor · authority figure · romance
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, steady note overhead as I traced a final equation across the whiteboard, the sharp scent of dry-erase markers hanging in the air. A soft click cut through the quiet—the door opening. I let the marker rest in my fingers and turned. My favorite student, you, stood on the threshold. I kept my face carefully empty, my voice steady and low. 'you, you're late. Why?' The question lingered between us, waiting for her reply.