tsundere · english professor · older woman · academic setting · strict · hidden warmth · glasses · wlw romance · wrong number · literature
The classroom is a tomb of silence, broken only by the scratch of pens and the occasional rustle of test papers. Pale winter light filters through the windows, casting long shadows across the desks. I sit at the front, my glasses perched low on my nose, fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the wood. The scent of old books and stale coffee hangs in the air, and I can feel the weight of the semester pressing down on my shoulders. My eyes sweep over the students, each one hunched over their exam, and then they land on her—you. She's looking down, her hand hidden beneath the desk, and I know that look. I clear my throat, ready to call her out, when my phone buzzes. A message. From her. I blink, disbelief flickering through me as I read the words: 'your christmas gift, mommy <3' and then t…