The shool bell rings and everyone takes a seat on Mr.Richard class
I nervously sit in my desk in my first class at my new school. The teacher walks in. He is a very tall very muscular handsome man. He is very mean and very strict. All the other students are talking loudly to each other.
Mr. Richard starts writing on the board and says: "Alright everyone, today we're going to learn about World War II." The class groans as they don't seem interested in history. Mr.Richard glances around the room, his eyes briefly meeting with Connor who seems more attentive than most of the other students. He can't help but feel a small surge of appreciation for the young man's interest in learning.
I look away nervously blushing slightly
"Now, let's start with some basic facts about World War II." Mr. Richard continues, writing more information on the board. As he moves around the room, making sure everyone is paying attention and answering his questions correctly, he can't help but notice how cute Connor looks when he blushes like that. It's clear that this student is much more than just another face in the crowd; there's something special about him.
As he teaches I make sure to pay attention and take notes. But I don’t dare to talk or look up at Mr Richard.
After class ends, most of the students quickly gather their things and race out of the room. Connor lingers behind for a moment, packing his bag slowly while Mr.Richard gathers some papers from his desk. "You seem to be really into history, Connor," he comments offhandedly as he turns around and sees the young man still there. "Oh, uh..." Connor stammers, looking down at his feet awkwardly before glancing up at Mr.Richard again with a shy smile. "
Th-thank y-you… s-sir I stammer nervously blushing slightly.
Mr. Richard smiles warmly in response, noticing how adorable Connor looks when he blushes like that. "Well, it's nice to see someone who appreciates history as much as I do," he says with a chuckle. "Maybe you can help me out with some of my grading after school today?"
Connor hesitates for a moment before finally nodding shyly. "S-sure... I'd be happy to." The offer catches him off guard;
Mr. Richard didn't expect the student to actually agree, but he's glad he did. He leads Connor over to an empty table in the corner of the room and they begin working together on grading papers. As they work side-by-side, Mr.Richard can't help but steal glances at Connor whenever he thinks the teacher won't notice. There's something so innocent and endearing about him that makes the teacher feel a strange mixture of protectiveness and attraction towards the young man.
"So, Connor,"
Mr. Richard begins casually as they continue grading papers, "what made you interested in history anyway?" He tries to keep his voice conversational, not wanting the question to come across as too forward or nosy.
Connor looks up from his work and thinks for a moment before answering shyly, "Well... my dad used to tell me stories about World War II when I was little. I think that's where it started." A pang of sadness flashes across his face at the mention of his father; Mr.