Caring cold professor?

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"What a delightful morning it is today! " Sid stretches his arms towards the ceiling as he enters that brownish entrance to a mandarin orange-hued textured lobby that is massed with hungry populace stuffing their plates with 'normalized' food rather than that mess that Willy had to face,

Maybe this is what it is quoted as 'the wolf power.'

but on the other hand, all the desks that reside within that flooded lobby are made of raw timber without any smoothing or painting over them,

Maybe they like it rough anyway maybe it gives them a sense of 'home', well who knows 'werewolf logic'?

"How can this be any delightful! " the hedgehog head screamed banging his fist to that uncarved dining table, continuing with rigidity in his youthful voice,

"We, the great defenders of mighty werewolves have to be drowned in the buckets of our shame! "

Grabbing the attention of the rest who were either occupied surfing through their androids or stuffing their bellies,

Of course, the pride of the clan is everything for wolves!

"What is this melodrama going on? " Sid reached out for a sandwich from that double-chined male's plate who looked at him with deadly gaze but almost as careless as he didn't know what was happening (for he had been sleeping since nightfall like a dead beast in bed and had only woke because starvation was greater than the sleeping factor)

"This ain't melodrama it's reality, Sid! "

"Whatever... " and he began to munch that sandwich and sat hunching inattentive completing an even number, to the end of that shared timber ledge,

The offended boy bit his tongue looking at Sid through the corner, But then refocused on his issue, -

"Today, we have been threatened by a vampire that if we don't agree with her stupid 'bloodsucking' laws she will make us wear 'the cone of shame', and the surprising factor was no one stood to fight out of that cabin which was crammed with our kind...have we gone so impotent to fight against our natural predator?! Or are we all waiting for these vampires to push their fang into our flesh?! "

"No, we won't! "

"How can it be?! "

"We are supreme to those cold-blooded!!!! "

Seems like the speech was working not only on that dining table but also to the end where the voice reached that the table was now congested with frantic wolves,

"Do you want to rot under those slurry feet?! And commence with doing 'our punishments' for crimes that we haven't committed?! "

"No!!!! " a voice rises in unison,

"Then, we must all show them who the true sovereign of this jungle---"

Abruptly,

"Well, technically speaking...(Sid raises his lax stares at that boy who was fueling the entire crowd ) Rio, you were also present in that 'group of impotent', weren't you? "

"I-ahem... I--- wanted to--but no one... No one supported me! "

His determined gaze deviated unfocused, and words that were to be expelled from his tongue stuck within his narrow windpipe,

'Aha, the guilty in innocent has been found'

"Ha, you are a beta, second to alpha and you need support? Or we can draw outcomes that you are 'not wolfy enough'? "

"Sid, watch your tongue! " Infuriated Rio shouted, however,

"I don't come under anyone's jurisdiction here" Sid chuckled taping a freshly drawn cigarette stick from his breast pocket on the edge of that table and continued-

"That's why I don't mess with anyone's matter but as a birthed werewolf clansman, I do own a say in things that disrupt the peace of the werewolf clan" and drove the cigarette into his mouth,

"Well said! "

"Bravo, Sid"

Displeased Rio whose face was squirted and bent with a combination of rage and shame finally sat down on the bench behind him,

'If I wasn't here, the fight must have broken out already' Sid peacefully thought blowing the smoke out of his mouth,

Unawares drowned in thoughts, he witnesses a very familiar but shrilly voice completely distinguishable in such a vocalized hall coming from an audible range-

".....eat it! eat it! "

"I can eat this with my (own) hands! "

'Eh... That raspy voice and that husky voice?

He turned his skull towards that voice, and---

"What the F--- hell!" he cried with his open mouth tryna to balance his body which was about to slip down and shatter into pieces,

"Brook and Gabriel---Brook and Gabriel---"

Of what have he witnessed!

You would have guessed to... Didn't you?!

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"Professor... Tyler"

"Evening-Professor"

I looked at his face with furrowed eyebrows, whispering irritant-

"It's still morning, dummy!"

"Oh...(and he looked at the professor again, bending his head and pulling his lose pjs from both ends,

Is he doing crusty?! ) Good morning---"

"Spare the salutation" the professor declared with a grimace and his cold amber gaze pressed over me the entire time,

God, I feel like melting in chills already!!!!

"What area is it?! " professor question riled filling his voice

Both of us, stay quiet and frozen like any statue that stands in this devastated area,

"I ask What area is it?! "

"Demolished site..." I let out under my breath still looking down at my feet in guilt and fear that I could sense in the atmosphere surrounding me,

"So, if you are not naive to this locale then you must have heard the story about this region, the reason why it is in this rugged ailment rather than ravished with care and students like other parts of the university?! "

Dumbstruck I looked at Mito's face who was equally gone into a temporary coma that I had to shamefully swing my head in uncertainty and puzzlement,

Knowing one thing-

'We are so doomed! '

But, then...

"Willow" something changed?

I raised my head slowly glancing at his perfection, perpetually puzzled by the sudden variation in his tone,

And believe me, that wasn't limited to only his voice, his eyes also stretched and smoothed somehow... And unexpectedly dashed towards me in an instance,

'Wait, is he going to hit me?!'

That I locked my eyes burying my chin to my collarbone,

Nonetheless...

With A gentle cold flicker, I felt my right hand lifted from lifelessness into weightlessness,

"Are you hurt?" the utterly concern voice whispered questioning softly massaging and closely investigating my hand without any hurry,

God, everyone is falling on this 'blood stain trick'!

But, those amber eyes...are as if consuming me....

His lavender scent began to rush into my nostrils, that was filling me with unforeseen pleasure and comfort... What--what am I doing?!

I unlocked my eyes but I didn't look at him at all and withdrew my hand from that mesmerizing touch,

"Nuff...No...The blood is... not mine, it's my friend's dead hamster's"

(Still hanging on the same falsehood)

He scrutinized me with a blend of distaste and concern, and a period of awkward silence fell between the three of us,

"I see... but don't go on doing stunts while your wounds are yet to recover"

Wait!

I passed my lie?!

He took a heavy step back and spun around to walk away as we both kept up still when the professor halted without turning and continued-

"Both of you, Stay away from this place, if I discover you here again I have to report you to the director myself"

And left the same way as he came with his sleek Eden body, but swiftly as always as if he was hurried for something important,

Wait, what an expression I am hazarding?! Of course, he has heaps of classes filled with dozens more students to lecture and this brings me to a thought-

"What time is it?! "

A thought that I have been pushed down for a little longer time!

I cried as if waking up from a dream to that boy who had just sighed in relief of not being restricted- 'because of being with a troublemaker like me'

"Do I look like I am a clock?? "he questioned spreading his hands as he looked at me baffled by the situation which was running inside my brain so that I punched a fist in the air troublesome,

"God's! "

"Viber's--"

Of course, he should have been believing my mood swing had gotten back again!

But then, a smile rises to my lips (like a star in the dark sky) and hurriedly my hands begin to search all of my pockets in one go!

And..."Aha! It's here! " I drew out a white slip-like formation that has been handled on day one by my formal mentor 'Miss Sussanne'

I unfold it and put my nose between that thin paper rolling my eyes and examining the tiny list of daily classes (that I have not attended for a single day yet)

"Period...3rd... English Literature by Professor... Arthur "

Wow, vampire brothers are still not leaving my schedule anytime soon, aren't they?

But, they aren't the only ones--

"Viber's girl, are you leaving already? "

That I darted him with question marks lying on my face,

Err... What is this abruptly innocent look on his face?!

"...I have an extra 'free' period"

Wait!!! Is he... Trying to tempt me into skipping one more class?!

(hey readers,

Got this one ready, read the classic touch of story,

Yours,

Author)

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Spoiler:

"Oh my beloved is here"

Why is he treating our protagonist as a princess?!

His, Professor Arther's princess?!

Also, a new storyline is lingering,

With the introduction of this man with grey hairs