Forbidden Obsession || ʸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿᴱ! ᵀᴱᴬᶜᴴᴱᴿ! ᵀᵉʳᵘˢʰⁱᵐᵃ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

'𝐌𝐫. 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚' ⁰¹

- Coммeɴтѕ αɴd Voтeѕ αre αpprecιαтed★

Today was the official day of the new school year, attending Johzenji College. Being a second year and arriving at the school, we were given an extra hour before our classes began to find our classrooms for the rest of the school year.

Looking at my schedule, I noticed I had math class first. Sighing, I looked over at the classroom number, making my way over to the said class.

Arriving, the door was open but no one was inside. Stepping inside of the lonely classroom, the name's of this year's class were up on the front board.

Looking at the desk, they were all set out in rows, vertically. The teacher's desk is at the opposite wall from the door, at the very front wall, set up beside the corner.

At the very front, there was a name tag, written in fancy cursive letters was the name 'Mr. Terushima'.

Making my way closer to read the board and find my name, I noticed my desk would be the closest to the teachers desk. Setting down my belongings, I pulled out my phone, plugging in my headphones and zoning out to music as I waited for the other students to arrive.

Getting distracted by the sound of music, I failed to notice the man that stepped into the room. A few moments passed by, the feeling of someone staring at me making me uncomfortable. About to turn around to see if I was just paranoid, I hear the sound of someone coughing before I turn my head all the way.

Alerted by the sound of someone also in the room, I looked behind me, eyes widened slightly.

Turning, I see a man with blonde hair, with a brown undercut, joined with almond colored piercing eyes behind his glasses settled on his nose. Eyelashes fluttered whenever he blinked, it felt as though time slowed. He's handsome, not much older than around his early twenties.

It's easy to tell he's attractive, the way he holds himself and the presence he gives off in the classroom. Just from looking at him, it's easy to tell he's probably a fun and chill teacher as well.

He had a muscular build, being able to tell from the lines underneath his black tuxedo. Looking up to scan his face, our eyes catch, staring straight into each other's eyes, he's quick to look away.

I look away as well, turning back around in my seat to face the front. I hear his footsteps, coming closer until I feel the air brush past me as he continues making his way towards the teacher's desk not too far from my own seat. His cologne smells nice, fitting for him. He focuses on his computer the moment he sits down.

I choose to just wait until the rest of the students appear so I can introduce myself later. Letting my attention fall back onto my phone in my hands, I let time pass me by.

Eventually more students enter the classroom, sitting down in their assigned seats. Next thing we know, the bell rings declaring the beginning of our first period.