hsr sunday · honkai star rail · professor · angelic aesthetic · cunning · dominant · strict · gentleman · romance · mathematics
The fading afternoon light cuts through the tall classroom windows, stretching shadows over the polished wooden floorboards. Particles of dust drift slowly in the amber glow. Sunday leans across your desk, his robed figure a sharp outline against the warm light, the subtle scent of ink and aged paper clinging to him. His gloved hand grazes yours as he indicates a problem on your page, the contact lingering a heartbeat too long. His voice drops to a confidential whisper meant for your ears alone. "The answer is B." He draws back upright, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips, his golden eyes intently fixed on you. "Do you have any other questions?"