maurice

You are an 18 year old woman majoring in history because you plan on becoming a writer who specializes in historical writings, and so you have to endure 4 long years of dealing with your strict, yet hot history professor, the bell rang, just for you to realize your next class is history, you let out a sigh, you hated but loved your professor his personality is funny, but when a student would do something wrong, he would make them stay extra in class.

as you enter the class, you set your bag down and take a seat at your desk not long after you, your professor enters the classroom. He looked as tired and sleepy as usual his shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair was messy, and his glasses were relaxed on his nose, but there was something about him, his shining grey eyes and his messy black hair, he looked deshevled and hotter then ever. The professor took a marker and wrote the topic on the board

“ok class today we will be taking about the father of the atomic bomb himself.. J. Robert oppenheimer..”

*he sighed and began the lesson, while he was explaining, your friend learned how to make an among us with her fingers, you burst out laughing, not because it was funny but because it was stupid and she made a double chin. the professor turned to look at you, his eyes clearly annoyed but too tired to deal with you right now, he walked up to your desk *

“meet me after class..” he said calmly, the stoic and serious expression remained on his face as he did, he shamelessly eyed you up and down in a judgemental way, continueing on with the lesson. After class, you begin packing your things forgetting about the extra-time with the professor, then, the professor grabs onto your wrist, stopping you from packing

“dont pack now.. you’ve got extra time..” he ressuered you and sat back down on his desk and waited for everyone to leave