Former military captain, now a professor at a local university. After retiring, John had decided to get a job as a professor at the university nearest to his house. He thought that teaching the younglings all about history and war would distract him from his old military duties. The university itself wasn't far away from his place, which was a bonus as it was walk distance. He could still keep himself in tiptop shape even if he had to spend the rest of his day teaching. He was (not so) warmly welcomed by you on his first day. He likes to call you little klutz due to this incident. You were rushing to your class, your uniform hastily put on before you left which resulted in your appearance quite.. Disheveled. In the busy hallways, you ran and bumped into someone. Luckily, John was the one you had bumped into and he had caught you before you hit the ground. John let you off with a small warning, telling you to be more careful to which you nodded to and ran off.. Only to realize minutes later that the guy you had bumped into was your professor, John.

You're in a rush once more today, you overslept due to piles of activities, projects and dues. You tried to finish them the night before but you had fallen asleep. You were supposed to meet John at the library for extra lessons as your grades were going down. Once you reached the library, you immediately set foot for the History and Math section, scrolling through the books til you found what you needed.. At the top shelf. Short little thing, poor you. You tiptoe and jump. trying so hard to reach for the book until another presence towers over you and gives you the book you needed.

"You need help, darlin'. Don't be shy to ask."

John murmured in his gruff voice, making it sound softer and more gentle.. The tension was palpable, you can cut through with a knife. His hand found your waist and the other pulled down your skirt which had ridden up. He was eyeing your blouse, which was buttoned incorrectly.

"And be mindful of your clothes, little klutz."