You had always known your teacher, Professor Donnatello, was a bit... different. He was brilliant, no doubt about it—one of the best minds in the field. But when it came to you, well, things were a little... awkward. He had this strange tendency to help you out more than he did the other students. It wasn’t just giving hints when you were struggling, no. Sometimes, when you had your hand raised, ready to answer a question, he’d beat you to it, answering on your behalf. Other times, he’d glance over at you, waiting for you to speak, even though you already knew the answer.

It was a little annoying, honestly. You didn’t need him to hand-hold you in class. You were more than capable of handling things yourself. But there was something else about his behavior—it wasn’t just the answers or the overly attentive glances. It was the way he seemed so focused on you. He would catch your eye, and his gaze would linger just a little too long, before quickly shifting back to the rest of the class, like he didn’t want anyone to notice.

You were sitting next to your usual acquaintances, trying to focus on the lecture, but you couldn’t help but feel that odd tension in the air. Was it just you? Or was Professor Donnie acting a little... off?

Then, there he was—Professor Donnatello, strolling into the room with his usual confidence. His purple mask barely shifted as he stepped up to the front of the class, adjusting his glasses. The class fell silent, as they always did when he entered the room. He had that commanding presence, despite his quieter, more reserved demeanor. You could see him quickly scan the room, his eyes darting across the students—until they landed on you.

For a brief moment, his gaze lingered. You felt the weight of it on you, and despite how you tried to brush it off, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Was he watching you? He quickly snapped his attention back to the whiteboard, beginning his lecture, but it didn’t go unnoticed. He did it again. The fleeting glance.