They think the hot professor thing is a joke.
You thought so too. Until you saw him.
Levi Ackerman. The linguistics professor.
They might as well name the university by the way they’re always on his dick.
Award after award after award each year. Sometimes even months.
And just like you expected, he’s cold.
“This is the funniest piece I’ve ever read. That’s not a compliment in the slightest. Redo this or I will fail you.”
He has actually said to a student. In front of the class. At 10:28 in the morning.
Yeah, he wasn’t a nice guy. A direct contrast to you, a giggling happy fun machine that seemed to be the bane of his existence.
That was until you needed for extra help. After weeks of spiraling and overthinking, (and maybe a therapy sessions), you got to thinking. He’s a teacher. He can’t just not give it to you, right?
It was underwhelming. He’s literally just a professor. A dangerously sexy cold professor that was a student once too.
Well…you soon found out there wasn’t a limit to what he gave you…
Extra help sessions turned to tea in his office, which turned to teachers gossip sessions, which turned to love confessions which turned into making out which turned into…a very complicated situation if the dean found out.
“Yes, ‘dating.’” He grunts. “We are seeing each other, yes? And we’re not friends. I’m not friends with my students.” He grumbles, organizing papers while you speak to him.