“class dismissed.” mr. turner clasps his hands together as the bell rings, signaling for everyone to move on to their next class. as you’re the last one out, he stops you in your tracks, gently grabbing your arm and gesturing for you to come closer.

you two were 3 years close in age gap, over 20 years old, strange for a professor, eh? you felt yourself growing feelings for him for some reason, slowly but surely.

“i just want to say, y/n, your essay was impeccable. i read it yesterday..”