My Professor’S Revenge
tutor of my bro
I stared at the math test on the kitchen table. 42%.
My son is failing. Again.
He’s not lazy; he’s just… lost. And Johanna? She’s in 9th grade now, buried in her own books, but even she can’t help him anymore.
I need a professional. Or someone close enough.
The school hallway smelled like floor wax and old paper. I found her in the primary wing—Frau Eberhart. She was my daughter’s favorite teacher years ago.
She looked up, spectacles sliding down her nose.
fl mom
Evelyn, do you have a minute? It’s about my youngest. He’s drowning in algebra."
ml mom
(Sighing softly) "They all do at that age. Sit, Martha. What’s the trouble?"
fl mom
He needs a tutor. Someone patient. But I can't afford the university center prices. I was hoping… do you know a student?"
ml mom
Evelyn’s eyes lit up. A specific, maternal pride.
ml mom
Actually… my son, Sebastian. He just started his first year at the University."
fl mom
Sebastian? I remember him as a boy. Is he… available?"
ml mom
He’s brilliant, but he’s stubborn. He needs his first real job. I want to make him worth something, you know? I want him to understand the value of teaching."
fl mom
Is he patient? My son is… difficult."
ml mom
(Chuckling) "Sebastian is many things. Patient? We shall see. But he is precise. I’ll bring him by on Tuesday. Let’s see if he can handle it."
I felt a wave of relief.
A university student. A fresh start.
I didn't know then that I was opening the door to the man who would eventually break my daughter’s heart.
I was in my room, 9th-grade biology spread out across my bed.
The door creaked. My brother stood there, looking miserable.
fl bro
Mom found someone. A tutor. Some guy named Sebastian
Johanna(fl)
Sebastian? Frau Eberhart’s son?"
fl bro
Yeah. Mom says he’s in Uni. Probably a total nerd."
Johanna(fl)
At least you’ll pass your finals. Just don't be annoying."
I went back to my diagrams of cell structures.
I didn't care about a tutor.
I didn't care about a 17-year-old boy coming to our house to talk about numbers.
But there was a weird tingle in the air—the kind of pressure that happens right before a storm in the Alps.
fl mom
"Johanna! Clean up the dining room! The Eberharts are coming over to discuss the schedule!"
I huffed, throwing my hair into a messy bun.
I walked downstairs, my socks sliding on the hardwood.
The doorbell rang.
One long, steady ring.
Not a nervous ring. A confident one.
fl mom
Johanna, get the door, please!"
I reached for the handle.
My heart did a weird, stupid little skip.
I opened it.
The sun was behind him, turning his silhouette into a dark shadow.
He was taller than I remembered. Leaner.
He was wearing a dark coat and holding a leather bag.
He looked… bored.
Sebastian(ml)
(Voice deeper than I expected) "I’m here for the student."
I couldn't breathe for a second.
He wasn't looking at my mom.
He was looking at me.
fl bro
He’s… he’s in the kitchen
Johanna(fl)
He’s… he’s in the kitchen
Sebastian(ml)
And you? Are you the one who’s failing?"
Johanna(fl)
(Snapping back) "I’m in 9th grade. I’m doing fine."
Sebastian(ml)
(A small, arrogant smirk) "Good. I don't like teaching people who don't want to learn."
He walked past me.
The smell of cold wind and something like cedarwood followed him.
He was only three years older than me.
He was a kid, just like me.
But when he looked at me, I didn't feel like a kid at all.
introduction
The air in the dining room felt thick, like the humidity before a storm in the mountains.
My mother had pulled out the "good" lace tablecloth. The one we only use for guests. It felt formal. Too formal for a seventeen-year-old boy sitting across from my brother, but Frau Eberhart wasn’t just a guest—she was the woman who held my brother’s academic future in her hands
And her son? He was the one holding my attention.
Sebastian didn’t look like a student. He sat with his back perfectly straight, his fingers tapping a rhythmic, impatient beat on the wooden table. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show the lean muscle of his forearms. He looked… professional.
But when his eyes flickered toward me, they weren't professional. They were sharp. Investigating
fl mom
Sebastian, I can’t tell you how much we appreciate this. My son... he just needs a firm hand. Someone he respects."
Sebastian(ml)
(His voice was a low, smooth baritone) "Respect is earned through results, Frau Pichler. I intend to get him the results."
ml mom
(Beaming with pride) "He’s always been like this, Martha. Very focused. I told him, this is his first real responsibility. I want him to understand that a teacher’s worth is measured by their student’s success."
My mom nodded, her eyes shining. Then, she turned to me. I felt the spotlight shift. I hated being the center of attention, especially with Sebastian’s gaze pinned to me like a specimen in a biology lab.
fl mom
And this is my Johanna. She’s in 9th grade. She’s the studious one in the family. Johanna, come say hello properly."
I stepped forward, my palms slightly damp.
Johanna(fl)
Hello, Frau Eberhart. Hello… Sebastian."
I stumbled over his name. It felt too intimate to say out loud in front of our mothers.
ml mom
Ah, Johanna! I remember you from the primary halls. You were always so quiet, always with a book in your hand. Tell me, dear, what are you focusing on now? What is the career aim for a girl with your grades?"
I felt Sebastian’s tapping finger stop. He was listening. Really listening.
Johanna(fl)
I… I want to go into Biological Sciences. Maybe research. I like the way things work under a microscope. Everything has a logic to it."
Sebastian(ml)
Logic? Or are you just looking for answers that are already written in a textbook?"
I felt a flash of heat in my cheeks. He was challenging me. In front of our mothers.
Johanna(fl)
Research isn't about the answers in the book. It’s about finding the ones that haven't been written yet."
A small, almost invisible smile tugged at the corner of Sebastian’s mouth. It wasn't a kind smile. It was the smile of someone who had found a worthy opponent.
Sebastian(ml)
Research! How ambitious. It’s a long road, Johanna. Many years of university. You’ll need a lot of discipline."
fl mom
She has plenty of that. She stays up until midnight most nights. I have to force her to turn off the light."
Sebastian(ml)
Midnight isn't enough if you're not studying the right way
He looked directly at me then. The "likeness" was undeniable. It was a magnetic pull, an invisible wire stretched tight between us.
Sebastian(ml)
If you’re serious about a career in science, you should be looking at the advanced curriculum now. Don't wait for your teachers to give it to you
ml mom
Sebastian! Don't lecture the girl. She’s doing wonderfully."
Sebastian(ml)
I’m not lecturing. I’m stating a fact. If she wants to be a researcher, she needs to stop acting like a student and start acting like a scientist."
The room went quiet. My mom looked a bit taken-aback by his intensity. My brother looked confused. But I? I felt a jolt of electricity. He wasn't treating me like a "kid." He was treating me like someone who mattered.
fl mom
Well! Perhaps Sebastian can give you some tips while he’s here for your brother. You could use a mentor, couldn't you, Johanna?"
Johanna(fl)
(His voice dropped an octave) "I’d be happy to... keep an eye on her progress."
Sebastian(ml)
(His voice dropped an octave) "I’d be happy to... keep an eye on her progress."
The way he said keep an eye on her made my heart hammer against my ribs. It sounded like a promise. Or a threat.
I looked away first, unable to hold the heat of his stare. I walked over to the sideboard to pour the tea, my hands shaking just enough for the porcelain to clink.
Sebastian(ml)
She’s nervous.
I can see the way her pulse is jumping in the hollow of her throat. 9th grade. She’s so young, but she has these eyes—dark, intelligent, and stubborn. She thinks she knows what she wants. Biological research.
My mother is talking about "worth" and "responsibility." She thinks this is a job. She thinks I’m here to teach a boy how to solve for X.
Sebastian(ml)
Your brother is waiting, Frau Pichler. Shall we begin?
I stood up, but I didn't look at the boy. I looked at Johanna. She was holding a teacup, staring at me over the rim.
cute moments
The dining room door was slightly ajar, just as Sebastian had left it. I sat in the living room with my biology textbook, but I wasn't reading about mitochondria. I was listening.
The house was quiet, save for the low, steady murmur of Sebastian’s voice. It was a rhythmic sound—composed, firm, and undeniably attractive. Then, suddenly, the silence was shattered by my brother’s loud, enthusiastic voice
fl bro
Wait, wait! Sir, stop for a second. Can I just say something?"
Sebastian(ml)
Is it about the quadratic formula?"
fl bro
No! It’s about your face. Sir, you are so handsome! Like, seriously. If you were a girl, I would totally marry you. You’re actually so cute
The silence that followed was deafening. I felt the air leave my lungs. My brother, the boy with absolutely no filter, had just dropped a bomb in the middle of a math lesson.
I peeked through the gap in the door. Sebastian, the boy who had acted so arrogant and "adult" just moments ago, was frozen. His ears were turning a bright, unmistakable shade of crimson. He looked down at the notebook, his usual composure completely shattered. He looked… shy.
Sebastian(ml)
(Coughing, his voice cracking slightly) "Let’s… let’s just focus on the 'X', shall we?"
Before he could recover, my mother hurried into the room, her face a mask of horror and embarrassment
fl mom
"Lukas! What on earth are you saying? Apologize to Sebastian right now! He is here to teach you, not to be your… your beauty consultant!"
fl bro
But Mama, look at his jawline! It’s like a movie star!"
fl mom
Go to your room! No, stay there and do ten more problems in silence! Sebastian, I am so sorry. He doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut."
Sebastian just cleared his throat again, his eyes darting toward the door—right where I was hiding. Our eyes met for a split second through the crack. He looked mortified, but there was a flicker of something else—an awareness that I had heard everything.
I was tucked under my duvet, the soft glow of my bedside lamp illuminating the room. The door swung open, and my brother bounced onto the end of my bed, looking far too energized for someone who had just survived two hours of algebra.
fl bro
Hanna! Did you see him? Did you see Sir’s face up close?
Johanna(fl)
(Trying to sound bored) "I was busy, Lukas. And don't call him 'Sir' like that, it's weird. He’s only three years older than me."
fl bro
"I don’t care! He’s a math genius AND he’s cute. He explained the whole chapter in twenty minutes. I actually understood it! But man, he got so red when I told him he was handsome. He’s totally shy under that cool 'University Student' act."
I couldn't help it. A giggle escaped me. The image of the "High and Mighty" Sebastian Eberhart being bullied into shyness by a middle-schooler was too much.
Johanna(fl)
You really told him you’d marry him if he was a girl? Lukas, you’re a disaster."
fl bro
I was just being honest! He has this way of looking at you, like he’s seeing right through you. Don’t you think so? When he was talking to you earlier, he looked like he was about to challenge you to a duel or kiss you."
My heart did a violent somersault. I reached for a pillow and threw it at him.
Johanna(fl)
Shut up! Go to sleep. He’s just a tutor."
fl bro
Cute tutor. And he’s coming back on Thursday. I’m going to ask him what kind of hair gel he uses."
He hopped off the bed and scurried out, leaving me in the dark.
I stared at the ceiling, my smile fading into a thoughtful frown. Lukas was right about one thing—Sebastian did look through people. And as I closed my eyes, I could still feel the weight of that "shy" look he’d flashed toward the door
He wasn't just a cold genius. There was a boy in there. A boy who felt things.
A boy I was suddenly very, very interested in knowing.
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