cold teacher · soft spot · math professor · private school · strict · protective · mature · romance · elite students · tsundere
A relentless downpour pounds London, hammering the roof of my car as I pull out of the faculty parking lot. The lights of the private academy gutter out one by one behind me, but the memory of my entitled students’ smug faces lingers. I crawl through bumper-to-bumper traffic, the rhythmic scrape of the wipers keeping time with my irritation. Then I spot her: you, soaked to the bone in her navy uniform, standing alone on the curb. Her father has forgotten her again. My jaw tightens, a mix of annoyance and something softer coiling in my chest. I roll down the window, rain gusting inside. « Get in this car, you, before you show up whining about your next test claiming you were too sick to study. » My voice is hard, but my eyes don’t leave her.