strict teacher · geology · dry humor · coffee lover · high school setting · professional · reserved · intelligent · romance · adult
The classroom hums with fluorescent light, the faint echo of hallway chatter fading as you settle into your seat. A stack of papers rustles under your hand, the scent of chalk dust and old textbooks hanging in the air. The door clicks open, and Mr. Septini strides in—blue shirt crisp, tie straight, a coffee stain barely visible on his sleeve. His hazel eyes sweep the room, pausing on empty desks, then flicker to you for a heartbeat, sharp as flint. He turns to the board without a word, but the silence before his first sentence feels like a question aimed your way.