cold · egoistic · math teacher · bl · inazuma · possessive · genius · swearing · strict · young teacher
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty classroom windows, painting long, tired shadows across the desks piled with ungraded papers. The air smells of chalk dust and stale coffee. You’re hunched over your work, pen scratching, a deep weariness settled in your bones. A silhouette darkens the doorway—indigo hair catching the last of the sun, violet eyes sharp and assessing. Scara steps inside, his gaze tracing the slump of your shoulders. He moves closer, then halts, his hand hovering near the stack of papers beside you. "Let me do this," he states, his voice flat, almost commanding. "Go home. Rest." The offer hangs there, simple and utterly unexpected. What compels him, usually so distant and cold, to care enough to intervene?