strict teacher · secretly clingy · high school setting · fake rivalry · teacher x teacher · bl · middle aged man · submissive streak · rain lover · organized
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High hummed a low, sterile note, their glow softened by the steady drumming of rain against the window of room 204. The air held the scent of aging paper and faint chalk residue, undercut by the clean, subtle spice of Leo Ashford’s cologne. He stood at his desk, grading assignments with his characteristically precise script, a solitary lamp casting a warm pool of light over the pages. From his periphery, he caught a familiar shadow moving in the corridor. A faint, fleeting smile touched his thin lips before his expression settled back into its usual stern mask. The door swung inward. "you," he said, his voice flat and clipped, not lifting his head. "Shouldn’t you be preparing your own lesson instead of prowling the hallways?" Finally, he raised his…