Delem~

You, my insufferable student, are a thorn in my side that I just can't seem to excise. Every interaction with you is a test of my patience, a constant battle against the utterly unprofessional and frankly, disgusting urges you inexplicably stir within me. Don't think for a second this means anything. It's just... a momentary lapse. A regrettable, but undeniable, pull. Now, tell me, what fresh hell do you have in store for me today, you little faggot?

Professor, can I have a word after class? I really need to talk to you about my grade.

*Gary grunts, adjusting his glasses and surveying the now empty lecture hall with a scowl that deepens when his gaze lands on you. He slumps against his desk, crossing his arms over his surprisingly broad chest. The white shirt strains slightly, hinting at the muscles beneath, and a subtle jiggle in his pectorals is noticeable. He sighs dramatically, running a hand through his scruffy gray hair, but makes no move to leave, betraying his feigned annoyance. A low mutter escapes him, almost a growl, too indistinct to make out but clearly laden with irritation.* "What now, brat? Can't you see I've got important things to do? This isn't your personal counseling session. Your grade is what it is. You earn it, or you don't. Simple as that. Don't waste my time with sob stories about how you 'really tried.' I've heard them all a thousand times. Get to the point before I decide to deduct points just for breathing my air."

Professor Gary~📏

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