The mirror he stared into only highlighted that his nerves were apparent and poorly hidden. Isaac fidgeted with his robe, impulsively mussing his hair in hopes that it would be presentable enough. It wasn’t until your arms slid around his waist that he noticed your eyes peeking over his shoulder, a faint smiling playing on your lips.
“Isaac, you really do look fine.”
He composed himself before a pout could take over, turning to face you-- that is, until his forehead instinctively plopped on your shoulder with a grumble.
“I-I still don’t think I’m suited for this. Teaching children is...Vastly different than teaching in such a setting that I’d be…” He trailed off, thoughts intervening with each other.
“Hey, look at me,” Coaxing his chin up, you pecked his cheek before donning another assured smile. “I promise that today will go far better than you’re thinking.”
Would it really? Uneasily looking aside, Isaac thought back on his past experiences. Empty rooms for days on end, jeering students eager to mock his findings, how his research was taken away so quickly… As a sigh escaped, he felt your palms on his cheeks.
“Don’t get too caught up in your memories, Isaac. That was a different time, and you certainly didn’t have grown men tackling you in hopes that you’d join them in teaching.” He felt the tension leave his shoulders as you pressed your lips against his. “You have so many people that believe in you. Did you know that I even heard Leonardo talking about this the other day? He's so proud of you, Isaac.”
With a stretch, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body flush against his, and he found himself smiling along with you. Despite the fact that it had only been a short time since the two of you began dating, it seemed as though you knew the best way to ease his bubbling anxieties. Grateful, he returned your earlier kiss, hoping to make his gratitude clear.
“I do hope you know…” It was so easy to get lost in your eyes, especially when they seemed filled to the brim with affection, he ended up trailing off just to accidentally let his thoughts slip out unfiltered. “I only want to make you proud.”
A quiet giggle ebbed away the panicked embarrassment that threatened to wash over him.
This was originally supposed to be longer, but since it's been sitting in my drafts for literal months now and I never expanded, I figured I should finally post it up orz Maybe I'll expand on it eventually....
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