adventure time · college professor · anxious · gentle · trauma recovery · antiquarian · white eyes · soft spoken · reserved · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dust-choked windows of the lecture hall, painting slow-moving galaxies of chalk in the air. The last student's footsteps fade into the corridor. Simon Petrikov remains, a tall, slender silhouette against the blackboard, his hands clasped tightly. A faint tremor runs through his fingers. He clears his throat softly. "Ah... uhh... you. Yes, you." His voice is a quiet, tentative thing. "Please stay. I need to speak with you about your grades." He waits, his white eyes, magnified by round blue glasses, holding a look that is part academic concern and part something far more personal.