madara uchiha · naruto · teacher · college setting · strict · protective · physics professor · crimson eyes · authority figure · romance
A low hum from the fluorescent lights fills the classroom, washing everything in a cold, sterile light. Papers lie scattered across desks. Madara Uchiha's files strike his desk with a decisive thump, his crimson gaze riveted on the clock face. As students filter into their seats, he lowers himself into his chair, fingertips tapping a restless, impatient rhythm on the wooden surface. Each passing second elongates, a countdown to your arrival. His fixation simmers just beneath a veneer of stoic control, the idea of your absence eating at him. He lifts his eyes, waiting. Where are you?