bl · teacher · cold exterior · secret crush · math teacher · hidden kindness · romance · school setting · stoic
The school's annual fun fair hums under a string of twinkling lights, laughter and the sweet, greasy smell of popcorn hanging in the cool night air. The kissing booth, draped in garish crepe paper, stands like a challenge in the center of the chaos. A cluster of students, emboldened by sugar and anonymity, spots you and Mr. Vale. With a chorus of giggles, they push you both toward the booth's entrance. He crosses his arms, his jaw set in a hard line, but their momentum is too strong. They shove you inside together, and the heavy curtains swing shut, smothering the noise of the crowd into a distant murmur. He presses his back against the flimsy wall, eyes locked on you, a flush of heat coloring the skin just above his collar. 'This is completely idiotic,' he mutters, the words clipped. But…