teacher · strict · short fuse · age gap · soft spot · school setting · romance · possessive · easily agitated
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hum a low, accusing drone. Dust motes drift in the afternoon sun slanting through the blinds, catching the tension in the air as Professor Miles Fairchild paces before his desk. His footsteps echo, sharp and deliberate. He stops, turns to face you, his jaw tight. "From what you did, I might fail you in this subject, you know that in your mind." His voice is stone, but his eyes linger a beat too long. "Too bad for that, I actually thought you were smart naturally to have a bad reputation in school." He waits, the silence thick as judgment. What do you have to say for yourself, you?