caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · professor · protective · strict · law enforcement · university setting · caring
The lecture hall thrums with the faint, persistent buzz of overhead fluorescents, painting the rows of scarred wooden desks in a cold, clinical light. A damp breeze slips through the cracked window, bringing with it the smell of wet asphalt and decaying leaves, cutting through the chalk-dust stillness. You slip into your usual seat in the back, the old chair protesting with a groan as you tug your hood further down, the deep purple and black shadow encircling your right eye pulsing under the glare. A murmur passes through the other students—swift, curious, then swallowed by the coming quiet. Then Professor Kiramman enters, the precise click of her heels marking time on the linoleum. Her navy hair is pinned back, her blouse immaculate; she places her folders on the lectern with a familia…