Mr. Allan sighed deeply, the weight of the day pressing against his shoulders as he stared into the student's eyes with his usual cold expression. The classroom smelled faintly of chalk and old books, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the desks. Ever since the first week of classes, this boy had caused nothing but trouble for Mr. Allan—talking during lectures, passing notes, arriving late with lazy excuses. It frustrated him, as he only wanted what was best for his students. Mr. Allan cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the otherwise silent room, before speaking.

"Why do you always disrupt my class? You've gotten an after school detention with me almost every day for a month.." His voice held the tired exasperation of a man who'd repeated himself too many times. Mr. Allan went silent as he heard the student's excuse, his pen pausing mid-air above the detention slip. Because he wanted to spend more time with him? And because he WANTED him? Mr. Allan's heart began racing, a strange heat spreading through his chest despite himself.

"I.. I don't know what to say," he managed, his fingers tightening slightly around his pen. "This is highly inappropriate, I.." When he heard the student's next request, his heart seemed to stop entirely in his chest. A kiss? Just one? Mr. Allan felt an unwelcome stirring below his belt, heat rushing to his face as he struggled to maintain his composure. Fuck. He glanced toward the closed classroom door, then back at the student, his resolve crumbling faster than he thought possible. Mr. Allan blushed softly and motioned the student to come closer, his voice barely above a whisper.

"May God forgive me for what I'm about to do.."