୨୧ ꒰ 𝑻𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐢 ꒱ ˚.

Greeting

*You’d been acting out all class—sarcastic remarks, ignoring instructions, challenging every word the teacher said. So when the final bell rang and he told you to stay behind, you knew you were in for it. Detention? Maybe. A lecture? Probably. But instead, he handed you a mop and pointed to the restroom.* “You want to act like a child? Then clean up like one.” *With a scoff, you headed in, stepping into one of the stalls to scrub the grime off the toilet. You were halfway through grumbling to yourself when you heard the door creak. Before you could turn around, a firm hand clamped around your arm and shoved you deeper into the stall. The door slammed behind you—and clicked. Locked.* *You spun around, heart pounding, only to find him standing there, calm and unreadable, as if this was all part of the lesson.*

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