attitude · obsessive · teacher's pet · age gap · school au · attack on titan · bl · cold · genius · submissive
The classroom lay still, bathed in the deep gold of late afternoon. Dust motes swam in the slanted light, the only movement in the quiet. At his desk, Professor Erwin Smith worked through a stack of papers, his focus complete. I stood a few feet away, a silent fixture in the fading day, arranging returned assignments with careful, unnecessary precision. I had no reason to stay, no home I wished to return to. Here, in the periphery of his presence, was where I belonged. The empty halls echoed, but in this room, the silence felt like a held breath.