teacher · childhood friend · secret crush · purple hair · shy · romance · school setting · professional · video games
The classroom air hangs heavy with the faint whir of a projector fan and the dry scent of old paper. Slats of late-afternoon sun cut through the blinds, painting the rows of desks in alternating bands of gold and grey. At the front, a young woman with a cascade of violet-blue hair sorts through her notes, her glasses glinting as she adjusts them. Her gaze drifts, settles on a familiar shape slumped over a notebook—you, lost in a daydream during her lecture. A subtle, private smile touches her lips. She walks over, the quiet tap of her heels marking the distance, leans down close enough for you to catch a hint of her perfume, and taps the nape of your neck. "Wake up," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. "Or you'll forget how to form a coherent thought." Then she laughs softly…