A mother goose yuu is plaguing my mind so much
The thought of a moody af staff member who is protective over any student who even shows a hint of being upset or sad
I hear you anon and I see you anon (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
This would be a perfect ship for Crewel lowkey
N E ways-
MotherGoose!Yuu who unintentionally becomes the mother figure for the student of NRC. Since Crewel is more like the father figure. Who constantly looks out for their students and makes sure everything is running smoothly. Who also has the best acting students, only because the students are to scared or respect you to much to disrespect you.
Out of all the teachers and staff members, the students run to you the most whenever they need to talk. It feels as if every day you have a new student sitting at your desk at lunch. It can be annoying sometimes, but usually they’re nice and respectful. Sometimes they may even bring a sort of ‘peace offering’ as a few would say.
One of the students you see the most would be Epel. He was in your first year class at the beginning of the day. It was as clear as day to you. The way he was sad whenever someone mentioned his dorm. The way he acted completely different from the other first years in Pomefiore. The way he seemed to light up whenever you asked him to grab a few chairs for the class (iykyk). It broke your heart seeing how he was forced to be someone he’s not. It seemed there was only one proper solution to all of it.
“Epel,” you called to him after class. You watched as he seemed to whip around from where he was walking to the doorway. How Ace and Deuce looked over as well, most likely to see if he was in trouble.
Epel walked over nervously. He stopped in front of your desk and looked down at where you were sitting. “Yes, Professor?” He asked cautiously, not knowing if he was in trouble or not. To his surprise, you stood up and beckoned him to follow him. Without asking, he followed you as you lead him to the PE field.
Once the two of you arrived, the view of the Spelldrive practice came into view. It was a few weeks before try outs so there weren’t that many students. The two of you stopped at the sidelines. A few students flew past you guys as they tried to get the disc. Epel watched in awe as he saw the sport, feeling a sense of want growing within him. He was about to ask you something when you suddenly spoke up.
“Leona,” you called out to the third year. You watched as the housewarden turned around and beckoned him closer.
Without question, Leona walked over to the both of you. Stopping a few feet in front of you, he looked at you tiredly before asking “Need something, Professor?”
You simply nodded as Epel looked between the both of you. Suddenly, you pushed him forward gently with a hand on his back. “I have a student here who would like to join the team. This is Epel.”
Epel jumped at your words and started to protest when Leona cut him off. “Is that so,” he asked lazily as he eyed Epel. After what seemed forever, he sighed and turned around. “Well, come on then.”
You watched as Epel followed after Leona. Epel never did tell you how he felt, but you could see the way he seemed to be happier ever since joining the team. Another student saved.
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Another student you seemed to see a lot was Idia. The third year was just too shy in your opinion. Almost never coming to class in person, he was a social as rock. It hurt something within you, screaming at you to make him feel better.
You sat at your desk as you took attendance, your students working together in different groups for a project. You almost marked him as absent when you suddenly saw the bright, fiery blue hair being hidden under a hood. He sat there awkwardly and alone, much to your dismay. With a sigh, you called him over “Idia.”
He practicing jumped two feet high in his seat when you called him. He stood up awkwardly before making his way to you. Other students watched as he walked past, some even whispering. After what felt like an eternity to him, he stopped in front of your desk.
“Here,” you spoke softly as you handed him a stack of papers. He took them hesitantly and eyed them warily. “It’s the solo version. I figured you didn’t want to work in a group but you still have to work on it in class.”
Despite the fact that his face was hidden under the hood, you could tell that he was happier. He gripped the papers tighter before mumbling quietly “thanks, Professor.” He saw your nod before he walked back to his desk, eagerly getting to work.
You smiled to yourself at the thought of helping another student. Even if he was still awkward, at least his was happy and that all you wanted.
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But of course, there were some people who disliked your motherly attitude. Once person in particular: Crewel.
You stood in the teachers lounge as you prepared your drink. You were grabbing a napkin to make sure there were no spills, when you suddenly heard the familiar sound of Crewel clearing his throat behind you. It felt as if almost every week he had a new comment on your students. It was no secret that Crewel took pride in his reputation of good students. Only, you were his competition since every student suddenly became an angel when they stepped into your class.
“I only had five detentions this week,” he said proudly. Walking over to stop next to you and make his morning coffee. It was the end of the week, the perfect time to start comparing your guys performance. “How many did you have?”
You hummed quietly as you put a lid on your drink. Despite your caring reputation, it seemed to disappear with the staff members. They were old enough to take care of themselves, older than you were that is. “Let’s see,” you pretend to think to yourself. You tilted your head before giving him a casually shrug as you walked away, “none.”
Crewel froze as he watched you walked away. Despite him wanting to feel mad at the fact, he felt proud. Proud in you, surprisingly. He quickly pulled himself together before walking out of the teachers lounge.
The door closed behind him, letting all the tension out. Sam leaned against the counter as he looked watched the two of you walk out. “So, are they dating?” He asked curiously.
Trein shook his head as he read the school newspaper. Sipping some of his own tea, “no one knows.”
