can you do an imagine where there's a girl around 15-16 in love with her teacher who's in his mid thirties (their friendship is close for a student/teacher relationship) and it's almost the last day of school till summer? (sorry for being specific af 🙈) thanks in advance! ❤️
As you linger behind in the class, you can’t help but think about how this will be one of your last times in it for this school year, and then the fact that it also means having to be away from him for three months.
He looks up to find you standing next to his desk, and he smiles broadly. “Yes?”
“I was wondering if you were planning on doing anything special for tomorrow, since it will be our last day and all.”
You shrug, blinking. “I just wondered, but it’s not really something you have to do. You just seemed like a guy who’d bring pizza into the school or give every kid a balloon to ruin someone’s life with, to be honest,” you joke, and he giggles.
“That’s me, alright. What would you want?”
You pause, before clicking your fingers.
“I got it!… I want a karaoke. No microphones, though. All I want is for it to be you singing, okay?” you ask, and he ponders it for a second before grabbing the closest thing he can see - a duster.
“If I lay here, if I just lay here…”
Suddenly he’s perfectly covering “Chasing Cars” just for you, and when he stops he looks so confused.
“And did you by any chance-”
“Yes, I recorded it. Just for my own personal usage though, don’t worry,” you say, hitting play so he can hear himself.
“Man, I’m going to miss you when you’re gone,” he says suddenly, and you blink in surprise, that being the only response you really have.
“R- really?” you choke, and he nods.
“Somehow the prospect of not having you as a student, or just not seeing you daily isn’t working with me right now.”
You blush heavily, trying to comprehend and gather thoughts in relation to it.
“I don’t want to lose contact with you. You’re my favourite teacher,” you say, and he looked surprised.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know, (TC/N)!” you say.
“It’s more just… surprise. What are you doing in the summer, (Y/N)?” he asks. You shake your head.
“I don’t really know, but I think it will involve heading to the beach, since it won’t exactly be cold,” you say, and his eyes light up.
“Perfect! If you don’t mind, would you want to… uh… meet with me for ice-cream some time? There’s this great shop I know, and it’s got the best, I swear! I know you’d love it.”
“I’d love to.” You grab a piece of paper and scribble on it, then hand it back to him.
“Send me details tomorrow, okay? And uh, will the school mind? I mean you’re over being twice my age-”
“-but I’m also just going to just happen to bump into you there, aren’t I?” he asks, and you nod slowly.
His eyes fall serious, and then there’s some dangerous, defiant spark in them.
“We both know there’s more than meets the eye here. You know you mean more.” He grabs your hand, glancing at the shut door. A student must have done it.
“You mean a lot as well, and I just don’t know how else I would survive the summer holidays,” you breathe, heart in your throat.
“Now you can spend part of it with me.”
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