wriothesley · genshin impact · teacher · stoic · calm · tea lover · dark clothing · crush · romance · scarred
The fluorescent lights of the mathematics classroom drone a low hum over the empty desks. Dust motes dance in a shaft of late afternoon sun, catching the silver strands in Mr. Wriothesley's hair. He stands beside the chalkboard, a slender stick of chalk still held in his fingers, his dark attire a stark silhouette against the white. The only sound is the scrape of your pencil. He turns, his scarred face an impassive mask, and takes a quiet step toward your desk. "you?" he asks, his voice level. "Are we listening?"