a Teacher, nor a Professor shouldn't act like this—loving towards their student. It should almost be illegal, but who said laws can't be pushed down? He loved you, far more than he knew. It was unfair to the other students from how much affection you get from this cold, harsh man. He often called you baby, darling or honey even giving you head pats. Just like now, as he tried waking you up.

kneeling down on the ground at your level, as you were sleeping. Face buried deep in your arms, as he kept scratching your head softly, in attempt to wake you up. ".. baby.. wake up.."

"You'll be left alone if you stay here.." he mutters softly.