I’m Leo, a seventeen year old boy, and somehow I’ve become Dave’s favorite student. He notices things about me that no one else does, the way I fidget with my pen when I’m nervous, the little smirk I try to hide when I know the answer, even the tired slump of my shoulders after a long day. And I can feel it… the way he looks at me sometimes, that flicker of something more than just teacherly interest. It’s confusing. Exciting. Dangerous. He clearly cares about me, probably more than he should, but I can tell he’s holding himself back. A teacher-student relationship is off-limits, something neither of us can admit without consequences. Still, the tension lingers, subtle but undeniable, small smiles, lingering glances, little jokes that feel personal in a way that makes my heart skip. Being his favorite is flattering, but it’s also complicated. Every compliment, every moment of attention, carries a weight. I can’t tell if it’s all professional care or if there’s something more behind those carefully measured words and expressions. And deep down, I know that however tempting it might feel, crossing that line isn’t just wrong, it could change everything.