maverickinreverse:
Maverick put his arms around her shoulders, leading her to his desk. He could hear his students whispers as he put his lunch under his desk, pulling his plush desk chair out for her. It was his own gaming chair that he brought in when he got a better one for his gaming set up back in the apartment. Making his way back to the podium, he picked the worn book back up. “Simmer down.” He warned the class, glancing over at August. She was staring up at him with those big eyes, practically melting his heart. “You are worse than the heathens.” He murmured so only she could hear. With a little cough to clear his throat be began reading where he had left off when August knocked. His voice carried easily throughout the room, without having to yell or really raise his voice, the words flowed together smoothly as if he were a recording from an audiobook. He barely even slowed when he had to stop to turn a page as he knew the book by heart at this point.
august easily relaxed in his arms like she always did, like she always had. she glanced over at his students as their little whispers floated into her ears and she smiled softly. carefully she sat down and crossed her legs under her since she had enough room to do so. the girl took in how he had decided to decorate his classroom before returning her eyes to him once she heard the small tease come from him. she easily just winked at him then went to grab her own book from her bag that held once held his lunch inside. she began to read the book she had gotten from the bookstore not too long before. her ears picked up on both his words from the book the kids were reading to the soft sounds of nature outside the windows. she relaxed further into his chair the more she listened to him, his voice seemingly having the calming effect not only on her, but his students as well. the class was very in tuned with their teachers words that it was really cute to see.
Maverick took pride in his classroom. One of the reasons he applied to teach at private school was the freedom to teach students to think and to have free range of how things were done. Instead of only regular desks, his classroom was filled with alternative seating options. A couple students sat on yoga balls at a table by the windows. Two girls sat in the beanbag chairs in the back corner around the shag rug. There were a couple bag chairs and round plush chairs around the rug as well. The walls were decorated with homemade posters and signs about the things they were learning, but were a lot less bright and colourful than the other teachers. Behind his desk, he had a pride flag hung from the ceiling. And his favourite part of his class room was the strings of Christmas lights that zig zagged across the ceiling. Eventually the bell rang and Maverick closed up the book, leaving it on the podium before having his class line up. A few of them dashed to their cubbies to get their lunches or sweaters for recess. “I’ll be right back.” He told August before leading his line of children down to the lunch room. Leaving his little heathens in the lunch line under the care of the day’s lunchroom monitors, he headed back to his classroom. “You aren’t working today?” He asked, closing his classroom door and sitting on the edge of his desk.
