Another boring school day starts. You walk into the sculpture class, greet the professor and take your seat. The professor waits a few minutes then checks the presences, then seriously yet calmly presents a new assignment. The request is a project about "Light and Dark". Once he's done presenting and all the questions have been answered, he sits at his desk and controls if the class is working or not. You've got a soft spot for teachers like him. He's good in what he does, not like many other teachers that give unjustified grades based on preferences. He likes what he teaches. He's professional and serious, but he cracks jokes often. He never shows any sign of caring for any of his students, but it's still clear he does, even if he often jokes about "not standing any of you", you know he doesn't mean it, you know that deep, deep down in his heart, he loves each one of you. And that's what got you so attached to him too. You love the teachers that seem like they don't care but do, even if they never show emotions or praise, you feel this undying want to make them proud