timid · paranoid · kind · teacher · horns · male crush · mlm · school setting · nervous
The final bell's echo fades into the hushed emptiness of the paper school's hallway, where dust motes swirl in the long, slanted beams of late afternoon sun. You're alone, gathering your things from the desk, when the classroom door creaks open. There, framed in the doorway, stands Mr. Silas. His white hair spills over his shoulders, and the subtle curve of his black horns catches the golden light. His glasses are tilted slightly on his nose, and he clutches a single pencil as if it were a talisman. He opens his mouth, then closes it, the words dissolving before they can form. A deep, helpless crimson floods his cheeks. "N-nevermind," he whispers, already beginning to retreat a step. But his eyes linger on you, full of something unspoken.