Post notifications gang đđ May I have a KnY academy!Au with Angry Literature Teacherâą Sanemi, the soft-spoken art teacher s/o, mutual pining, and the students (the main 5 kids) seeing right through them and setting them up behind the scenes? Thank you so much â€ïž
this was long overdue. i'm sorry for disappearing from tumblr :") from updating my story on quotev and school, it was hard to find motivation to do requests here on tumblr or even put up new chapters for reincarnation :") anyway, enjoy! <3 (and sorry for any grammar mistakes!)
âItâs okayâŠI just need to get the papers I asked him for. Oh, but what if we accidentally touch hands? Or I embarrass myself? Or say something stupid by accident?â You muttered to yourself, hand hovering over the door knob of the classroom, other hand gripping the file tightlyâalmost crumpling in in the process.
You flinched at the sound of Tanjirouâs voice seemingly coming out of nowhere, the boy standing beside you with a concerned smile.
âA-ah, hello, Tanjirou!â You greeted with a smile, trying to maintain your composure, praying that he hadnât heard about your ramblings minutes before.
âItâs nice to see you, sensei! But what are you doing outside of the classroom? Are you okay?â He asked, genuine worry swimming in his burgundy eyes.
Oh, this boy really made your heart melt!
You ruffled his hair, a giggle escaping your lips. âDonât worry, Iâm fine. I need to, um, give the papers Shinazugawa-san asked for...â
Tanjirou looked at you for a moment, eyes searching yours for a moment before smiling. âAlright!â
God, I really hope he didnât see me all jittery.
Opening the door, you heard Sanemi pause mid-sentence, looking up from the textbook he was holding. As Tanjirou excused himself and went to his seat, you bowed your head, smiling shyly at Sanemi.
âExcuse me,â you spoke, clutching the files in your hands, heart beating erratically at the thought of the many students looking at youâthe one who affected you most was Sanemiâs gaze, who softened ever-so-slightly at the sight of you. âSorry for interrupting. You mentioned that you needed these papers urgently, soâŠâ
He nodded, gently taking the file out of your hands, just barely brushing against one another, yet it sent electricity throughout your entire body.
âThank you, (L/N)-san,â Sanemi smiled, tucking the file underneath his arm, âI appreciate that you gave it to me quickly and personallyâŠâ
Genya narrowed his eyes, watching the interaction unfold in front of him. Thatâthat wasnât normal. For his brother to smile so casually, his harsh softening just because you were in his presenceâŠ
Yeah, something is definitely going on.
âI think my brother and the art teacher like each other.â
Zenitsu spat out his chocolate milk, coughing harshly into his arm.
âZenitsu!â Tanjirou yelled, patting his back as the boy continued to cough into his arm.
âUm, what makes you think that, Genya?â Kanao asked, looking over at Genya as she placed her chopsticks to the side.
Genya blinked, nibbling at his sandwich. Swallowing, he spoke up. âWellâŠhe justâŠhe isnât really mean towards her or anything. He gets a little soft and nicer around her.â
Zenitsu scoffed, not bothering to sugarcoat his words as he wiped his mouth. âWhy would our angel of an art teacher like your asshole of a brother?â
âZenitsu! Donât even say that! Thatâs rude.â Tanjirou chastised, glaring at the said boy.
âWho the hell are you even talking about?â Inosuke chimed in, not at all paying attention to the conversation as he ate his lunch.
Genya rolled his eyes, sighing. âMy brother, Shinazugawa Sanemi? And our art teacher, (L/N) (Name). I think they like each other.â
Inosuke snorted. âWho cares?â
Genya huffed. âWell, I do!â
âThen, why donât we try to get them together?â Tanjirou suggested, trying to lessen the tension between his friends.
âTanjirou, are you nuts?! It wonât work!â Zenitsu argued, almost dropping his chopsticks.
âWellâŠIâd like to try.â Kanao piped up, smiling slightly at the idea.
âReally?â Genya asked, eyes wide with surpriseâdid his friends really want to do such a thing for the two teachers?
âYeah, of course! I want to see my teachers happy.â Tanjirou beamed, lips stretching into an bright smile.
Zenitsu scoffed, averting his eyes. ââŠfine. Maybe he wonât call me out for answers in class anymore.â
Genya looked over at Inosuke. âWell? What about you, Hashibira?â
Inosuke shrugged, biting into a piece of his tempura. âI donât care.â
Genya grinned, scooting closer to the small circle the five friends had made. âAlright, hereâs what I have in mindâŠâ
Two weeks of failed plans and tries.
Every time they tried to get you two alone, or get you two to talk to each other, something always happened. Each of the twenty attempts backfired.
Genya sighed tiredly, watching as you explained the requirements of an upcoming art project. Eyes shifting over to the clock, he sighs. This is my last chance.
Just as the bell for lunch rang, he quickly put his things away, wanting to catch you before you left the classroom.
Placing your papers into your file, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you greet the sight in front of you with a gentle smile. âHello, Genya. What can I do for you?â
âHi, senseiâŠuh, I just wondered where are you going to be during our lunch time?â He asked, glancing over at Zenitsu, Tanjirou, Kanao, and Inosukeâwho were all waiting for him by the door, wanting to go to their usual lunch spot.
You shrug, placing your files into your shoulder bag. âIn the staff room, most likely. Why?â
âOhâŠ! Well, uh, I have something to show youâŠits on the rooftop of the school.â
You raise a brow, smiling. âOh? Really? Iâm curious now.â
He felt his cheeks warm up. âUh, Iâll meet you there!â
He bowed deeply, quickly rushing out of the classroom. You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you slung your bag onto your shoulder. Heâs so adorable.
Exiting the classroom and quickly running up the flight of stairs that led to the roof, you opened the door, a cool zephyr met your skin, loose strands of hair tickling your cheeks.
Oh, you missed coming up here.
Closing the door behind you, you look around, eyes searching for the boyâinstead, your eyes landed on the familiar sight of the man you like so much.
âShâShinazugawa-san?â You stuttered out, hands tightly grasping the strap of your bag.
The white man turned around at the sound of your voice, eyes widening. What is she doing here? Sheâs neverâŠ
â(L/N)? What are you doing hereânot, not that I mindâŠâ Sanemi spoke, stumbling over his words.
Ah, fuck. Iâm messing up already, he internally groaned, berating himself in his thoughts.
The corners of your lips curled upwards into a shy smile, walking over to where he was standing. âWell, umâŠyour brother, Genya, said he wanted to show me something hereâŠâ
Sanemi sighed, resting his arms over the metal railing. âOf courseâŠâ
âHm? What do you mean?â You asked, mimicking his actions as you leaned your arm against the railing, body turning to his direction.
He felt his cheeks heat up slightly at the thought as he closed his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. âGenya and his friends have beenâŠtrying to get us together. You havenât noticed the way theyâve been lately? Always making up excuses to get us alone with one another?â
You laughed, heart skipping at his flustered expression. âOf course Iâve noticedâŠI justâŠdidnât want to say anything, I guess. It was cute of them.â
âI should apologize for my brotherâs stupidââ
âI donât think it was stupidâŠâ You interjected timidly, rubbing the side of your arm nervously.
Sanemi blinked. âWhat?â
âWellâŠI, I like you. Iâve been trying to hint at it, but I suppose Iâm not very good at that.â You avert your gaze, chuckling awkwardly. Great job. You screwed everything up.
You look up at Sanemi, whoâs much closer to you nowâhis hands resting on your shoulders. You felt your cheeks warm up at the sudden proximity, nodding slowly.
He let go of your shoulders, turning away. âHah, I canât believe thisâŠâ
You muster a smile, stomach twisting at the sight of his conflicted face. âIâm sorry, Shinazuââ
âYou can call me Sanemi, seeing that we will be getting closer from now on.â
You blink, looking at Sanemiâhis cheeks dusted a light pink, his hand brushing through his white locks. âYeah, I like you as well. I scared you, didnât I?â
You let out a deep exhale, covering your face with your hands. Oh, God. That was so scary. So many emotions in such a short timeâŠ
âI thought I wouldâve had to jump from the rooftop from embarrassment when you did that.â You laughed, looking up at him.
He smiled, eyes softening at sound of your laugh. He offered his hand, asking, âDo you wanna get lunch?â
You smile back, taking his hands in yours. âOf course.â