He creeps the shit out of her walking around the class quietly, yet still letting her know that he is moving and she doesn't even need to look at him. That's the safest option to stare at her paper despite the fact she isn't sure what to write, but as long as she's not looking up or checking how's everyone doing, she is safe from him paying attention to her.
He's been the most intimidating guy that has ever taught her anything; not even those old, respected professors, who's been working at uni for years and he isn't a real professor here yet. He is still studying physics, getting master's degree in teaching and he already freezes her blood being only few years older than she is.
The test is hell as always, every week, but Luna is already used to those even if she always is dying zombie, studying whole night before, not wanting to fail anything cause she would be majorly fucked. She looks at him from under her lashes when he is walking towards the desk, so she sees only his back. His hands are behind, his fingers laced and she can see he is playing with the weird ring he is always wearing, keeping her mind wondering whether he is married or not. She doesn't really care, at all even, it's just the fact that no one really knows anything about him, just his last name and the fact he is still studying. That's all and Luna has always been curious person, so no one really should blame her here.
The end of her pen somehow ends up between her teeth, because this dumb question is too complicated for her to even understand, damn him, she studied for this, she knows this, yet the way he constructed the question makes her wants to throw up. He always wants to be sneaky, making different versions of the tests, changing the order of the exercises and all shit possible to let them do absolutely nothing but writing only stuff they have learned.
Luna is absolutely stressed even if the questions she answered and problems she solved are enough to pass, her grades are at good level, she isn't really endangered specie here yet, but it's still unsettling how he keeps walking around in his expensive shoes, tight, black pants and always white shirts. She doesn't even want to know how many of them he possesses; the number would probably scare her away, very, very away. She has never seen him having his hands in the pockets, never laughing loudly or drinking, or eating, at this point she wonders if he is a fucking cyborg or maybe just some kinda creepy vampire and she ended up in weird twilight au, but it really doesn't seem so.
He just probably is this kinda asshole who has nothing better to do than making student's life worse and the fact that he has this perfectly shaped jaw and long legs doesn't pull Luna's mood up in any way.
Few seconds later he catches her staring and all of the blood leaves all parts of her head, just to end up focused on the cheeks, and yes she is here done, blushing, and he didn't even open his mouth to tell some shit that will make everyone look at her like at a weirdo who dares to interrupt the test. The pen moves out automatically away from her face before Luna puts it on her paper and wants to put her eyes down as well, but they can't leave his, staring at his cold brown look.
"Are you done yet?" He asks her, his voice stable, not blank at all, but it's not changing any tone. Just few people look up to check what happened, who dared to do something earlier, to make Balsano think they are done before the time is up.
Luna just shakes her head, more like moves it to the sides softly, hoping it will be enough for him to leave her alone. One can wish. "Then do you have any question?" She repeats her earlier movement. He frowns softly, still keeping it cool though and Luna just wants to keep writing, to look down, but she really wants to not say a word and it means she has to keep her eyes on him.
"Are you feeling bad? Is your pen not working?" He throws possible reasons of her not solving her test right now and this is the worst, because Luna has like minus one excuses. He is looking at her all the time, expecting any kind of explanation, and here she is, deciding to probably commit suicide in his class. "No, everything is fine."
