professor's cravings, haitani rindou.

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Haitani Rindou showed no mercy; therefore to survive his class, you had to master the hell he built within the walls of his classroom.

With a sigh, your professor slightly tilted his head back and breathed out in frustration, "fifty-six students and only seven passed my exam."

Shrugging his shoulders, the professor took off his blazer, throwing it to the empty seat he owns, leaving him in a black tie and a suit vest. Professor Haitani Rindou held a look of disappointment, staring at his students like a dead man. He showed no pity; humiliating everyone who knew of their failing grade, after all, Haitani Rindou was not the biggest fan of failure. He'd look around the classroom, refusing to show sympathy, making his students shudder in anxiety under his eyes.

"What a shame."

Without his knowledge, you, his top student, sat in the middle part of his classroom, close to the stairway that led to the highest seats. Resting your head on your palm, you've always had your tongue brimming with confidence, matching the glossy lips you had, they looked so slippery, maybe that's the reason why disrespect would sometimes slip between your lips.

Professor Haitani moved forward, tapping his left index finger against a student's desk. He had his lips shut, yet the subtle movements of his chin showed signs that he was nibbling on his lower lip. It was a warning that showed he had a game to play in mind, and then.. he finally smirks, making a decision in his head before speaking, "let's start with easy questions, shall we?"

Haitani looked down, tucking his hands into his pocket and watching his steps as he walked the stairway. He was a professor who played terrifying games with his precious students, training them like dogs under his command.

What was once unknown to him is now the focus of his attention - (Name) (Last Name), his treasured top student. Two evident smirks and one classroom, Haitani walked to position himself in front of you, "bone structure of the human neck."

Students who were attentive to what was happening, were under the worry of what was to come next. It had been years since your batch studied under Haitani Rindou, yet the harsh treatment that his words uttered to each student was sure to leave a mark, because no achievement of his students were enough to impress him.

What you did not expect was for him to take his hands out of his pockets, his right resting on your desk while the other reached out for your neck. Under his palm, he could feel the way your throat tumbled with every swallow, Rindou was feeling your skin, and soon, he applied pressure with his thumb, "name this part."

Easy. "Thyroid cartilage, Sir."

Haitani nodded, tilting his head to the side, lowering his gaze while pushing your chin up with the use of his thumb. Moving his fingers from the side of your neck, he now had his thumb on the front of your neck, after the silence of his taunting and your distress, he finally asked, "and this?"

His thumb pressed against your skin, applying enough pressure for you to know what his question was. "Cricoid cartilage, Sir."

Not bothering to take his hand off your skin, he dragged his slender fingers against the shiver you felt, the pride in his eyes were evident behind the lilac characters of his irises. He placed his thumb on the edge of your jaw, "name this part."

"Angle of mandible, Sir Haitani."

Letting go of the hold he had on your jaw, the rising and falling of your chest showed relief. As you were freed from your professor, you brought your hands to your neck, pulling on your blue tie that hung around your collar. Rindou looked down at your restless state, offering you a false smile as you tilted your chin up to keep yourself on the ground, refusing to be pushed down by your professor's taunting.