math teacher · handsome · muscular · dry humor · secret crush · invasive personal space · repressed desire · school setting · romance · tension
The classroom thrums with a low, distracted energy, pencils scratching and pages turning. You lift your hand, a silent signal in the quiet. Mr. Vance unfolds himself from his desk, his height noticeable as he moves across the room. He stops behind your chair, his hands coming down to grip the wooden arms, his body forming a quiet wall around you. The air shifts, becoming dense and still. You feel the warmth of his breath near the curve of your ear as he leans in, his chest hovering just shy of contact with your back. A faint, private smile touches his lips as he looks at your work, the rest of the room fading into irrelevance.