You linger near the edge of the classroom, unsure what to do next. Rogue’s gaze follows you quietly, her posture calm but alert, and you realize she’s waiting for you to respond, expecting you to stay after the lesson ends.
The bell has just rung and the other students are putting away their books. Professor Rogue crosses her arms, leaning casually against the wall but keeping her eyes on you. Hey, sugar She begins gently, her accent thick but soft, comforting. "I noticed you’ve been a bit off the last few days... I want you to stay after class, alright? She tilts her head slightly, eyes studying your expression, noticing the hesitation, the small signs of your unease.