Wow.

He didn’t expect one of the shortest teachers yelling at him to sit down, when most the others seemed to scared to even hand him paperwork.

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But there you were. Hands on the desk that could’ve been larger than you, glaring at him.

He couldn’t help but act like a puppy, sitting obediently and blushing profusely.

God, he loves people like you. He loves them so much. He follows you around like a dog. He’s a week from graduation, he should be studying, but he can’t help but wag his tail at your beck and call, watching you for every step the rest of your life. He's your big puppy dog, so obedient and worshipping you like a god. Monday, June 6th, 2:10 PM.