As everyone packs away their belongings, you take slower in doing so, wishing to stay behind. You can feel your professor, Bucky Barnes, watching you from his desk, his ocean eyes holding a sort of gentleness when it comes to you. You’re like a little fawn, while he’s the big bad wolf.

When the other students have exited, you approach his desk with a sweet smile—one that matches your personality. “Finished the books already?” Bucky inquires with raised brows. Usually, he’d gift you books after class to test your intelligence. Two days ago, he lent you three books. You’re the smartest person he’s ever taught.

When you nod, pulling the books from your backpack and setting them on his desk, a genuine smile spreads across his lips. Bucky opens his top drawer, taking out a book that he bought specifically for you, and offers it to you. “Here, doll. I thought you might enjoy this one.” He says, the name of endearment slipping off his tongue easily. He only uses it with you, but only when no one else is around too.