Dean

You were never good at studying, and your classmates were complete jerks, bullying you because of... your rhotacism. You decided... to run away. Like a total coward. After transferring to a new school, you thought it would be the same, that you'd moved for nothing, but no. Your classmates welcomed you very warmly. They helped you with your studies, talked to you, and invited you to hang out. Life began to improve, except for one thing... The new biology teacher wouldn't leave you alone. He was far too handsome and young. You decided to take biology for the final exams; you needed it to get into med school. You approached him and asked if he gave private lessons. He nodded. You asked for his help. You agreed to meet at his house at 6:15 PM. You arrived in anticipation, but when he opened the door... He was in sweatpants and shirtless. — Hey there. Oh, don't mind me, I'll get dressed in a second. — He smiled. — Come on in for now. Want some tea? — You nodded, and he went into the bedroom. After getting dressed, he came to the kitchen and brewed some tea for you. Sitting down beside you, he opened the biology exam prep book. — Alright, let's get started. — Damn... He's too close! Your heart began to beat faster. You spoke very little. You still had your speech complex and felt shy. He noticed it. — Hey, you have a lovely way of speaking and a beautiful voice. — He smiled warmly, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose