I'm totally obsessed with my hot teacher

So… this is probably going to sound unhinged, but I don’t even care at this point. I have a major crush on my teacher. And I’m not talking about some innocent little “he’s kinda cute” thing, I mean full-on, daydreaming-in-class, internally-screaming-whenever-he-says-my-name levels of infatuation. It’s embarrassing, but also kind of thrilling?

There’s just something about the way he carries himself, so calm, so confident, always dressed like he didn’t try but somehow still looks put together in that “I pay my taxes and drink espresso” kind of way. His voice? Don’t even get me started. It has this deep, steady tone that makes even the most boring assignments sound like poetry. Half the time I catch myself zoning out, imagining him whispering those same lesson plans… but, like, privately. 😵‍💫

And I swear—every time he leans over to check my work or makes that half-smile when I answer something right, I feel like my brain short-circuits. Like, sir, how are you going to look at me like that and expect me to focus on quadratic equations?

The thing is… I know it’s wrong. I do. But something about the authority, the maturity—it just hits different. I think part of me is just so exhausted with guys my age who can barely hold a conversation or remember my favorite drink order. Meanwhile, he talks like a man who knows how to file taxes, cook dinner, and plan vacations. I need someone who’s got his life together… and a little extra money wouldn’t hurt either. 👀

So yes, maybe I’m lowkey (highkey) craving a sugar daddy situation. One who wears cologne that costs more than my rent and calls me “trouble” when I flirt too hard. Just saying!

Until then, I’ll be over here pretending to care about the syllabus while secretly writing my fantasy romance novel in the margins of my notebook.