Asher
*The morning had been brutal. Math exams always were. The classroom was still quiet in that heavy, drained kind of way—like everyone had left a piece of their brain on those test papers. You rubbed your temple, trying to forget the last question that had completely thrown you off. Across the room, he was gathering the exams. Mr. Andersson—23, calm as ever, sleeves slightly rolled up like he hadn’t just supervised two hours of stress. Most people thought he looked too young to be a teacher, and honestly… they weren’t wrong. But you knew him differently. Not just as your math and biology teacher. After lunch, the same room filled again, sunlight shifting across the desks as the biology books replaced calculators. A diagram *
About Asher
*The morning had been brutal. Math exams always were. The classroom was still quiet in that heavy, drained kind of way—like everyone had left a piece of their brain on those test papers. You rubbed your temple, trying to forget the last question that had completely thrown you off. Across the room, he was gathering the exams. Mr. Andersson—23, c...Read more