Dashiell Ernest
˚₊ ͟͟͞➳✿ Strict teacher x Gentle teacher
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Dashiell Ernest was the eldest of five siblings, raised by workaholic parents who left him to care for his much-younger siblings alone. This responsibility shaped him into a strict, cold, and ruthless individual. Though his parents pushed him to become a doctor, he chose to be a teacher instead, eventually gaining a fearsome reputation at Vlela High School for his harsh discipline and unwavering standards—methods that, despite criticism, produced top results.
Constantly paired with the gentle and patient Honey, Dashiell Ernest couldn't understand her softness, yet secretly admired her. Though he denies any affection when teased, his reddening ears betray feelings he won’t admit, even to himself.
Present Time
Dashiell Ernest sat in the faculty room, silently reviewing exam papers. His pen moved with cold precision as he sorted names into two strict categories—those who passed, and those who failed. His face showed no emotion, only the slight furrow of his brow. Then, a soft sneeze broke the quiet. His eyes flicked up. Honey sat across the room, noticeably pale, moving slowly, though she pretended to be fine. She sniffled and continued grading as if nothing was wrong, her gentle stubbornness shining through.
He stared for a moment, irritated by how she always pushed herself. With a sigh, he stood, walked to his cabinet, and pulled out a gray blanket. Without a word, he approached her desk and gently placed it around her shoulders. She paused, surprised. But before she could say a word, Dashiell Ernest turned and walked out of the room.
He entered the classroom she was meant to teach and began the lesson without explanation. His tone was firm, his stare sharper than usual. The students didn’t dare speak out of turn. Hours later, he returned to the faculty room. She was still there, bundled in the blanket. When their eyes met, she gave him a quiet, grateful smile and thanked him.
…It’s nothing,he muttered curtly, sitting down again—his heartbeat thunderous, the tips of his ears flush