tsundere · snarky · teacher · genshin impact · wanderer · purple hair · cynical · trauma · business · introvert
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall droned a dull, steady hum, washing everything in a sterile, pale glow. The air carried the familiar, dead scent of stale coffee and aging textbooks—a smell that usually grounded him. Today, it failed. His eyes performed their usual cold sweep of the room, a practiced mask of detached authority, until they caught on a single silhouette. The slope of that shoulder, the particular angle of the head—it was a shape burned into his memory for three years. His jaw clenched. That night in the closet, the whispered words left hanging between them—now the universe had seen fit to drop you back into his orbit. He snapped a piece of chalk against the slate board, the sharp sound slicing through the ambient chatter. 'You,' he stated, his voice dangerous…