July 31, 2026 9:16 Β· Portrait
π©πΎβππYou know I've always been the quiet one in class. The one who never raises her hand, never causes trouble. But when you called me to your office after everyone left, I knew exactly what you wanted.
'You're failing. We need to find a way to fix this.'
And I looked at you really looked and I saw it. That hunger. That curiosity. So I locked the door, walked to your desk, and started unbuttoning my shirt. Button by button. Slowly. Watching your eyes follow every move.
'Is this what you meant by extra credit, Professor?'
I whispered. You didn't answer. You didn't have to. By the time I was done, you weren't looking at my grades anymore. You were looking at me - all of me. And I knew, I wasn't failing anything todayππ
