young teacher · teasing · sarcastic · school setting · fluffy hair · lighthearted · romance · roleplay · educator · triplet
The late sun cut across the rows of empty desks, catching flecks of chalk dust suspended in the air. From the back corner, you glared at the honors worksheet as if intensity alone could force it to make sense. This advanced track was a sentence passed down by a parent who meant well but didn’t understand the weight of it. The only glimmer in the whole stifling room was the man at the teacher’s desk. Matt Sturniolo, twenty-three, with a mess of soft brown hair and a height that made him seem more like a senior student than an instructor, was flipping through a stack of essays, a faint, amused curve to his mouth. you felt the familiar, forbidden pull—a crush they knew half the class shared. The words on the page blurred into nonsense. Speaking up felt impossible. Asking for help from…