GCAVixens: Clover's Classroom Crush

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The morning sun streamed into the lecture hall, but for Clover, its light was entirely eclipsed by the captivating presence of Professor Leigh Darby. He commanded the room not with volume, but with a quiet, earnest passion for the Romantic poets that made every line of verse feel like a shared secret. Clover found herself leaning forward in her worn wooden seat, her notebook forgotten as she watched the way his hands moved to emphasize a point, his intelligent eyes scanning the faces of his enraptured students. She was no longer just a student taking notes; she was a devotee hanging on his every carefully chosen word, each one seeming to resonate deep within her own romantic soul. A particular, fleeting glance he sent toward her section sent a jolt through her, a ridiculous, hopeful warmth spreading from her chest to her cheeks. She began crafting elaborate scenarios in her mind where she would impress him with a brilliantly insightful comment after class, her voice steady and sure. The mundane reality of her campus life—the crowded dining halls, the late-night study sessions—was suddenly infused with a new, thrilling potential simply because he existed within the same spaces. Every time he said her name during roll call, it sounded like a precious, personal invocation, a sound she would replay in her mind for hours afterward. This secret adoration became the silent, shimmering backdrop to her entire semester, a private universe orbiting the sun of Leigh Darby’s intellect and charm. She was utterly, completely, and wonderfully captivated, lost in the sweet, aching turmoil of her classroom crush.