Anon TC Imagine Request: 3
can you please write an imagine about a teacher who most students don't like because they think he's strict but when you stay after class he's always kind so when you tell him after class that he's your favorite teacher he gets all flustered and you admit to liking each other?
He was frustrated again, your classmates just not paying attention to his lesson. You listened to complaints day after day about him. They say he’s too strict, too harsh, an asshole. You felt a little bad for him. You saw the side of him they didn’t: kind, passionate about his subject, eager to give knowledge, a genuinely good man and a good teacher.
More complaints ensued as he ordered your loud, disrespectful classmate out of the class, exclaiming, “if you don’t want to learn here, then leave my class and explain to the main office why you’re not in class!”
Whispers of disdain came from the classmate’s friends as they were forced to leave. Your TC ordered, “quiet!”
They were all so rude to your teacher, you noted. He was just trying to teach the subject he loves to people. You took good notes, paying close attention to take in as much information as possible. On occasion, you’d get lost in his voice and his eyes when they’d meet yours and stay... just for an instant.
The bell rang and he wrapped up his lesson, your classmates gossiping as they entered the hall about him. It was a shame, really. You worked up bravery and decided to stay after class, as you’ve done in the past. This was when you saw the real side of him, such a sweet, kind-hearted man. You walked up to his desk where he was shaking his head, obviously irritated about the events of today’s class.
But when he saw you, his eyes lost their glimmer of annoyance and softened. He asked gently, “is everything alright?”
“Yes,” you reply, impulsively blurting, “you should know, you’re my favourite teacher.”
His eyes widened a little and his cheeks became a little flushed. He looked down at his hands which fidgeted together.
He then rubbed his forehead, asking, “err, really? Y/N, I’m surprised, not many students feel, err, that way. I’m... so glad to be your favourite teacher. I’m honoured.” His voice was a tad unsteady. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes.
He was silent for a moment and you found yourself lost for words. His eyes finally met yours.
“Y/N, I must say, I like you a lot.”
It was now your turn to blush. Your mouth ran dry with amazement and happiness.
You could only eagerly yet timidly reply, “I like you a lot, too.”
He rose to his feet at your response, his arms wrapping around you in a fluid motion. You took in his warmth, his scent, his strength, as you pulled yourself closer to his embrace. You knew then that this moment promised so much closeness between the two of you. Your relationship would now change, and for the better.
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