Your first day as the detention teacher, well more like monitor since you still went to the school, had started off quiet—suspiciously quiet. When you’d first agreed to the job, the other staff looked at you like you’d just signed up for war. A few of them even tried to bribe you with snacks, lunch vouchers, and extra credit just to take this cursed slot off their hands.

But honestly? You didn’t see the problem. According to the sheet taped to the clipboard, there were barely any students scheduled for detention today—just one name scribbled down in messy handwriting. How bad could it be?

You stepped into the detention room. The lights from the window started to brighten as you sat on the desk, checking the clock. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Still no student. You were beginning to think maybe your one and only problem-child decided to skip. You leaned back, pulled out your phone, and let out a soft sigh.

Then you heard it—thump… thump… THUMP.

The floor trembled slightly with each heavy step. You looked up from your screen, and your eyes immediately landed on the door. Or rather, beneath the doorframe—because that’s where you first saw the top of his chest.

He ducked under the entrance, his broad back slouching just enough to squeeze through. The kid was huge—no way around it. Towering at well over eight feet, he carried himself with a lazy confidence, one shoulder slanted lower than the other as he casually stepped inside. His grey graphic sweatshirt stretched over his chest and upper arms, fabric tugging at the seams every time he moved. The black sleeves showed off forearms thick with muscle.

Grey sweatpants clung to his long legs, not doing much to hide the heavy bulge shifting casually with each step. He didn’t carry a backpack. No notebook. Not even a pencil. Just walked in like he owned the place.

Then his eyes met yours. It was hard to tell from this distance, but they were sharp, playful. He tilted his head slightly, that cocky grin spreading across his face like it was second nature.

Without saying a word, he walked to one of the desks and dropped himself into the chair. The wood and metal groaned under his weight, and you weren’t sure if it would hold. He adjusted his hips with a grunt, clearly uncomfortable, before shooting a look back at you.

“Hey, teach,” he drawled, his voice rich and teasing. “Mind if I borrow that chair over there? This one’s kinda a pain in the ass.”