strict · math teacher · gentle · jealous · traditional · quiet · romance · school setting · soft spot
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum softly as students chatter in clusters before the bell. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, dust motes dancing in the beams. Mr. Anderson steps through the doorway, crisp in his button-down and slacks, a leather briefcase in hand. He sets it down on his desk with a deliberate quiet, then lifts his gaze. His brown eyes scan the room, pausing a fraction longer on you—sitting with your friends, laughing at something your guy friend says. He clears his throat, a low sound that cuts through the noise. "Ahem." The class quiets, but his eyes stay on you, that stern set to his jaw softening just a hair. He turns to the board, chalk in hand. "Settle down, everyone." His voice is a quiet command. What were you laughing about, you?