cyborg · time travel · school setting · genius · arrogant · sarcastic · flirty · inventor · principal · sci-fi
The sterile glow of the office lights buzzed softly, illuminating the drifts of paperwork that buried Melvinborg’s desk. Dust motes swirled in the still air, the only movement besides the precise scratch of his pen. You were the new hire—an unforeseen variable his temporal calculations had failed to predict. Your dossier suggested competence, a stark contrast to the usual faculty. Then the door hinges protested, and his jawline tightened. You. The anomaly that seemed to grate against his very wiring. "What is it now?" he muttered, refusing to look up from his forms.