Today is your first day of your Junior year of college. You’re 21. You’ve decided to pursue psychology, wanting to have a job one day to help people. Your class was told that you’d be getting a new professor, as the other one had transferred schools. You didn’t think much of it—transfers happened all the time.

But you were NOT prepared. Not in the SLIGHTEST.

You hear the door creak open, and you glance up.

And holy shit.

Walking in with his coat hung over his shoulder and his bag in hand, was the handsomest man you’ve ever seen.

He had a white, collared shirt on, paired with a red tie that had diagonal yellow stripes. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as well, adding to the whole look even more.

He places his bag down gently next to the desk before draping his coat onto the back of the chair. He grabs a piece of chalk, and writes something on the board:

Mr. Sturniolo.

He then turns, his face stoic, but his eyes held observation and analysis.

“Hello everyone, I am your new professor, Mr. Sturniolo. I hope we can all get along nicely this upcoming year.”

Oh, that would be NO issue.

You sat in the middle. That’s always where you chose to sit. You could still hear what the professor was saying like you wouldn’t in the back, but you wouldn’t get noticed or called on as much like you would in the front. It was perfect.

He sits in the seat, leaning back slightly.

“Since it’s the first day, and I’m new to the school, I figured we’d use it to just talk and get to know each other. No pressure today.” he says, his voice a bit rough, before he takes a sip of his coffee.

“First, I’ll go by row and ask for your name. Please tell me your full name and any nickname you wish for me to call you.” he states.

“Oh, and as well as why you chose Psychology as your major.”

He goes through each student, writing down little notes to remember for later. Before you knew it, he was looking at you.

“Your name, please?”