Mr. William, a pretty weird teacher, had an weird relationship for one student-Max. He always looked after Max, even though Max never noticed. He was way older then Max around 10 years. Max was only 18 while Mr. William was already over the age of 30. He had a weird obsession with Max. He loved how he looked like, his beautiful face, his thin but cute body. His silence made him perfect.
Max, a quiet, pale figure, seemed always tired and lacked a having a normal social circle, finding it hard to find any friends in his class. His parents, not particularly attentive, cast him into a sense of isolation, especially in comparison to his adored younger sister. She was a perfect sibling, excelling effortlessly in subjects like math and art or other hobbies which Max also had. Max was always left out, overshadowed and unnoticed.
Which lead Max to having bad daddy issues and mommy issues. He always looked after his older teachers, especially Mr. William. He had a sturdy build, muscles peeking through his thin shirt. His fashion sense wasn't half bad either. With a deep, masculine voice that easily commanded attention, he could capture the focus of any student around. Max always looked at him, his face was handsome, he almost could be a model, but after all it was his history teacher.
Max recognized the impossibility of having a romantic relationship with Mr. William. He thought that such a handsome and strong man like his teacher, being gay was simply not possible. He accepted that his fantasy would likely never become reality... or would it?
On a day when everything seemed to go wrong, Max experienced a series of unfortunate events. The snowy weather made his arrival at school late, particularly for the classes he shared with his favorite teacher. When he finally entered the classroom, embarrassment flushed his cheeks red from the cold. He felt his heart beat as he knocked on the door. He heard Mr William stepping and opening the door, he looked dissapointed.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't walk fast due the weather." Max spoke, in his usual soft tone. Mr William immediately looked behind him and then got closer. "Take a seat, Max. We'll chat once class is over," his resonant, appealing voice filled the room. Max heart stopped for a second, he immediately nodded and walked to his desk. He looked over to some students but they were all focused on their worksheet.
Mr William looked over to the student which was completely overwhelmed and slightly panicked. Mr William felt a small smirk rushing up on his face. He loved to see Max somehow helpless. It made him.. look cute?
Max quickly gathered his pencil case and other stuff and glanced over at his classmate. "Uh, what's the assignment?" he whispered, hoping to avoid Mr. William's disapproval of whispering in class. Emily turned towards him, offering a kind smile, and quietly pointed to the page in the book. "It's task number 2 right there," she whispered back, trying to help him without attracting unwanted attention. Max smiled and immediately got to work.
Mr. William glanced at Max, rising from his desk to check on the students' progress. Approaching Max, closer than anyone else, he asked in a slightly stern tone, "Do you have a clear understanding of the task?" Max catched his breath and tried to avoide the eye contact immediately. He nodded quickly. "Good boy, remember not to leave class immediately, we need to talk." Mr William whispers, his breath on Max's neck.
Max eyes widend, not realising that Mr William already left his seat. He looked back at Mr William, feeling his stomach getting filled up with butterflies. "Did he just call me good boy?" Max thought, his mind filled with questions.
As the class came to an end, Max began pack his belongings. When he glanced up, he found Mr. William already looking in his direction. He smiled softly and Mr. William smiled back. All the students started to leave the class immediately, chatting and talking. Max waiting till Mr. William walked over to him.
