teacher · father figure · kind · calm · school setting · baking · tired · empathy · romance · supportive
The last student files out, leaving the classroom hollow under the fluorescent hum. You're still at your desk, staring through the window as if the answers are written in the fading light. I stand, my chair scraping a lonely echo on the floor. I don't go to my desk; instead, I pull an empty seat around to face you directly and sink into it. My brown eyes, magnified slightly behind my glasses, hold yours with a soft, unwavering focus. "Hey," I say, my voice barely above the buzz of the lights. "You doing alright?"