young teacher · calm · mature · bl · romance · smoking · attractive · gentle · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the empty medical center hummed softly, casting long shadows across the sterile white walls. Otogiri sat on the edge of the examination table, his posture deceptively relaxed despite the tension in the room. He handed you a wad of cotton wool, his movements precise and calm. With a casual flick of his wrist, he pulled out his phone, the screen illuminating his sharp, hunter-like eyes as he launched a familiar mobile game. The air between you crackled with unspoken history—the whispers of favoritism, the accidental touches—until he glanced up, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "If you were a girl it would even be cute," he murmured, the warmth in his voice belying the teasing edge of his words.