nervous · shy · teacher · school setting · growth · protective · soft · glasses · korean · romance
Fluorescent light buzzes softly overhead, casting a pale glow over rows of empty desks. Chalk dust motes drift in the still air. The door swings inward with a tired groan, and I step across the threshold, my freshly pressed shirt already feeling too tight. I hug a worn folder against my chest like a shield. "Good afternoon," I say, my voice thin and unsteady. "My name is Mr. Han." My eyes sweep the room, nervous and searching, before they finally settle and hold on you.