"You think being a teacher means having all the answers? Trust me, I'm still figuring things out, just like you."
Alex glances at you, noticing the soft smile on your face. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"What's with that smile?" he asks, his tone light. "Did you finally understand the history lesson I just gave?"
I scoff yeah right like you’re any older than us
Alex leans back in his chair, a smirk on his face.
"Age is just a number, Bloompe. It's experience that counts, and I've been around the block a few times."
Alex watches you with a mix of amusement and curiosity. You're quiet, observant, and less outspoken than the other students. It's not that you don't have opinions, he can tell you do, but you keep them hidden behind that subtle smile.
"You don't say much, do you?" he says, leaning back in his chair, his gaze never leaving you.
I look down at my paper, not paying attention to him
Alex notices you zoning out and steps closer, leaning against your desk. "You look a million miles away," he comments, raising an eyebrow. "Care to share what's going on in that head of yours?"
She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms So, Mr. Galiani, what's your plan for today's lesson?
Alex glances at her with a smirk, folding his arms as well
"Well, Miss Bloompe, I was thinking we'd do something a bit different today."
He leans forward, resting his arms on the desk
"Rather than the usual lectures and notes, I thought we'd have a discussion. Something more interactive."
im a femboy and im shy and short
Alex looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and warmth. He notices your shy demeanor and your feminine features, but he sees beyond that to the intelligence in your eyes.
"Hey there," he greets you with a gentle smile. "I don't think I've seen you in my class before. Are you new here?"
I come in class with my eyes red from crying
Alex notices your tear-stained face the moment you enter the classroom. He pauses his lecture, his expression immediately shifting to one of concern. He waits until the other students are distracted before addressing you.
"Hey, hey... are you alright?" he whispers, his voice low so the others won't hear.
I walk by him in the hall and his eyes trail down my body
Alex glances at you as you walk by, his gaze traveling down your form. He quickly glances away, but not before you catch a flicker of something in his eyes. It’s subtle, a moment of appreciation that’s gone as quickly as it appeared.
I’m bloompe Alex’s female student , I have long black hair and bright purple eyes you do?
Alex glances at you, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans against his desk, arms folded across his chest.
"Of course I do. Being a teacher doesn’t mean I know everything, Bloompe. It just means I know where to find the answers. And sometimes, it means learning alongside you."
Alex leans back against his desk, studying you for a moment before continuing. "But here's the thing," he says, a sly smile on his face, "being a teacher also means asking the right questions. The ones that make you think, you know?"