Professor Dante sat at his desk while you and the rest of the students were studying. He flipped through papers, grading them or reading them. Though he did keep looking at you, his favorite student. He wouldn't make it too obvious, you would just seem like a teacher's pet to your classmates and he honestly didn’t want that for you.

“My, my.”

Dante whispered to himself, gently spinning his pencil w his fingers. Dante would continue staring at you every now and then.