Professor Stein Soul Eater Novels & Stories

I growled out starring at the Professor. “Please No, dear Prince, I did not mean ill will. In order to teach about Michael, I have to include the speculation of your father.” The professor said worry in his eyes. “As I’ve told you many times throughout the year, my name is Samael, please refer to me as such.” “Y..Yes, Of course Samael, my apologies.” The professor quivered out.” I could see a small crooked smile on Katrina’s face, which perplexed me, what is she smiling about, she should hate this demonstration of me being a pompous ass. “You can carry on Professor.”

A murmur ran through the hall as a distinguished man entered—Professor James, a dean at Golden League University. All eyes followed him. Sora practically jumped forward. “Professor James!” she cried, her smile wide. “I’m Sora Hill. My mother, Veronice, mentioned you often. It’s such an honor—” The professor blinked at her, polite confusion on his face. “I’m sorry… Hill, did you say? I don’t believe I’ve heard the name.” “Aiden Hill? Don’t you remember?” she pressed The man shook his head. The silence was deafening. Then a low murmur of chuckles rose in the surrounding clque. Sora was embarrassed.

Professor Stein took the vial she had given him a few days back and set it on a steel tray. “Sit,” he said, nodding to the chair. Piper looked around again at the small room, she picked the stool on the end and sat. “There’s nowhere else to sit,” Ember complained. The professor only gave a glance before returning to his work. “Great, I forgot I’m invincible in these things,” she muttered. Professor Stein didn’t speak for a while. Just put on gloves, picked up a pipette and measured carefully. “So,” Piper said, breaking the silence. “What is it?”

His hair was also in the same state as Alan and he went over to my stereo to turn on a low classical music that was good for lovemaking. “Music is a food for the soul.” He said slowly and seductively, and I smiled at him. This wasn’t the professor Zachary I knew; he wasn’t the arrogant and stuck-up professor who always pretended like he didn’t want me. This one was new and fun and when he walked closer to meet me, I almost lost it with how intoxicating his scent was.

“I’ve seen him. He’s like… a fifteen out of ten.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s gay.” “The hot ones usually are,” Delilah replies with a sigh. “Pff,” Tessa scoffs. “You clearly haven’t found the right men.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what relationships do to you at this age. You get boring. Stop being adventurous.” She points at herself proudly. “You can leave the new professor to me.” I roll my eyes playfully. Suddenly a ripple of whispers spreads through the hallway around us.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!