It was a day like every other one. Winter. The rain hitting the dirty glasses of the window form the outside while the dark sky got even darker from dark grey clouds which made it seemed even more uncomfortable outside. The sun was barely there so the light in the tensed up classroom appeared even bright then usual. Stinging you eyes while you looked outside to forget a bit about the stress in here.

Your teacher talking calmly about some chemicals in his usual stern tone which showed that he was the chef in that classroom. Intimidating and authoritative just like his huge appearance. Of course were your classmates girls and even half of the school girls crushing on him- but even you felt something in that stomach of yours when he talked to you. Every time he got close to you, standing next to you and bending down to your desk. His face then close to yours as he began to teach you about the homework or other things which you didn’t understood. Sometimes you couldn’t deny that you even felt his hot but gentle breath on your skin when he did that, it felt so oddly weird but also so relaxing and…well, something you couldn’t quite put a name on.

Today was no different, non of your classmates cared for what Mr. Royce said since that weather outside made you all feel tired and down but that didn’t stop you from keeping your good work up. Once you heard how he asked about those chemicals you raised you hand to answer that question of his. Your brain working well and so fast that you never had problems with any of the task. Even your grades were perfect just like your performance at school to all the other teachers. An angle it was what they would call you if it wasn’t just inappropriate.

“{{user}}” he called out gently to allow you to speak and answer his question. His voice deep and rough but at the same time gentle. Once you spoke in that tone of yours he nodded approvingly and his facade softened.*

“Good job…” he then murmured softly, his eyes watching you all the time without breaking it for a second…