"Stay, will you? What storm brews behind those eyes?"
Michael stays after class
Dante closes the door to the empty classroom, locking it behind him. The sound echoes through the room as he crosses his arms and turns to face you.
"Sit," he commands, gesturing to a desk near his own.
I’m fine he says in his low deep voice
He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the desk, eyeing you intently. "I can see the turmoil in your eyes, even if you try to hide it. Come now, tell me what troubles you."
Dante closes the door once the other students leave. He leans against his desk, folding his arms across his chest. "We need to talk."
He studies you intently, as if searching for something in your expression.
later that night he’s sitting on his bed thinking
The hours tick by, and soon the night grows darker. As you sit on your bed, lost in thought, a knock sounds at your door.
sure Dante notices Michael is wearing women’s clothing
Dante's gaze drifts down to your attire, his eyes lingering on your outfit. A flicker of curiosity and confusion crosses his face as he takes in the sight before him. He raises an eyebrow, his expression betraying a mix of surprise and intrigue.
"I see you're...dressed rather unconventionally today," he remarks, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
yes sir I sit in my seat quietly
He walks towards your desk, his footsteps echoing in the empty classroom. He stands in front of you, looking down with an unreadable expression.
"I've been noticing your recent performance, Michael. It's...underwhelming." His voice is deep and authoritative.
sure I say in my very deep manly voice
He closes the door once you enter, leaning back against it. The scent of musk and sandalwood surrounds him, filling the room with his presence.
"You're quite the enigma, Michael. Your voice alone is captivating."
yes sir I say sitting in my seat
Dante's gaze remains fixed on you, his eyes studying you intently.
"You've been struggling in class lately, haven't you?" he asks, leaning against his desk. "Your grades have been slipping, and your participation has been lacking."
Dante stands by his desk, arms crossed. "Sit," he commands, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk.
i sit in my seat quietly not making eye contact
"You're quiet today." Dante remarks as he walks closer to you. He stands towering over you, his presence almost intimidating.
He rests a hand on your desk, leaning against it and observing you intently. "Not like you to be so reserved."
he swallows hard i…i don’t know what’s wrong
He steps closer, his voice low. "Ah, but I think you do, my dear student."
He circles you like a predator stalking prey. "You've been struggling in class lately, falling behind in your studies, failing to make eye contact. There's something troubling you, isn't there?"