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10 Year Love Pt. 1

Summary: What happens if your first love from 10 years ago, walks through the office doors and introduces himself as your new coworker as the two of your are working in the high school you both attended? You put up a front, pretending that you have never seen him as he seems to not recognize who you are. As high school days are retraced in your head, you try to push away the past feelings and stay professional as an adult, but you fail to realize your deepest thoughts, and memories that made you who you are today, because of him. Pairing: optional!male nurse x female!P.E teacher Genre: fluff, comedy, school life Warning: papercuts, cuts, wounds, heavy dialogue A/N: This was inspired by a manhua called Once More that I came across a couple days ago and I absolutely love the storyline and characters! The picture above is taken from the manhua they're so adorable I highly recommend you guys checking it out! Here are some pointers to avoid any confusion: Y/N and Y/L/N: you name and your last name H/N and H/L/N: his name his last name F/N and F/L/N: friend's name and friend's last name E/C: eye colour

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Scary, cold blooded, emotionless. Those were the characteristics linked to you back in high school. You were often found alone or away from the crowd. Your so-called “friends” only ever talked to you when they needed something from you, but even that was rarely ever. You’ve heard countless rumours about you which stressed you out at first, but as time went on, you became immune to it as it became a part of your daily routine. It was something that bothered you but something that you couldn’t fix. Yes you have broken a couple school uniform regulations and got into quarrels with other students but on your end, you were only trying to defend your classmates who were getting bullied, to only be the one to get in trouble instead. Your grade was playing basketball one day as you ended up falling and scraping your knee from your opponent’s attempt to try to steal the ball away from you. Normally, then this occurred, you would hear whispers of “she’s such a try hard” and “who is trying to impress? She’s a nobody here.” as you walked up to the nurse’s office but today, to your surprise, H/N L/N offered to walk you to the nurse’s office. He hurried to walk beside you before you glance over to see his charming smile. H/N L/N was the complete opposite to you. He was the school’s gentleman from his warm, kind and friendly personality. Everyone in the school adored him. You found it odd how he was single, turning down all the girls who confessed to him but at the same time, you felt jealous, quietly observing him from your desk during breaks as he happily chatted with his friends, teasing each other with jokes and laughter. You never got to experience that. He quietly walked you to the nurses office, knocking before sliding open the door to peek inside.

“Hmm, the nurse isn’t here.” He walked in as you hesitated, not knowing if you’re allowed inside without the staff’s permission. “Maybe she’s running errands.” he mumbled, walking over to the supplies. You took a seat at the bed nearest to the window, staring out.

‘Why is he here? Why did he follow me? What does he want from me? Is he here to tease me too?’ Your mind wandered, trying to find his true intentions before your thoughts disappeared hearing the first aid kit open beside you. Looking over, he kneeled down, opening the disinfecting wipes.

“I'm going to clean the wound, so it might sting a bit.” His voice was soft. He gently tapped the pad onto your wound, as the tips of his fingers would occasionally brush against your skin. You observed his soft H/C hair and how it was slightly messed up from the game. His long eyelashes that were naturally curled and his lips that were pressed, making sure he doesn’t put to much strength onto your injury. He suddenly looked up to see if you were in any pain when you locked eyes, his E/C staring into yours before the both of you looked away, flushed at the unexpected situation. You felt you cheek heat up as you tried to calm down the weird sensation in your chest, looking out the window, seeing the small figures of your class playing basketball.

“And you’re all set.” You saw your wound securely dressed and treated as you extended your knee, moving your leg around. “It’s obviously not as good as the nurse but this should do for now.”

“Thank you. You should become a nurse with this kind of skill.” You smiled and chuckled as he froze midway through his cleanup, taken aback by your brightened expression.

“This is the first time I've seen you smile." He muttered to himself as he stood up, returning the first aid kit. You stood by the window, watching your class play as the wind blew through the gap. He turned around, seeing your hair flow from the wind, your eyes watching from a distance as your lips curled into a small smile. Letting out a hopeless sigh, he quietly walks over beside you. He leaned against the wall beside the window, arms crossed as he continued to observe your features.

"I wonder why people say such rude things about you." You listened. "It must’ve been hard for you to hear them say such horrible things about you.”

“I’m used to it.” You felt the spring wind blow through your hair. “I don’t blame them. Some people can’t help but to judge a person’s outer appearance.” You knew trying to prove the rumours wrong would only cause more trouble on your side since you had no one to stand by your side to defend you. You have already accepted your defeat.

“Then what about me?” You felt his fingers against your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that was in your face. Your eyes rounded as you turned to face him, meeting his charming smile. “Let’s be friends, Y/N. I want to get to know you. The real you.” The tingling sensation returned, but this time, your heart started racing. You felt the heat of your face spread across before you stepped back from him, covering your face with your hands. You left the nurse’s office, stomping your way back to your class as he ran out, following you behind with a huge grin on your face. As much as you avoided him after that incident, H/N stayed true to his words, trying to befriend with every opportunity he got. He would visit your class whenever you have different subjects during breaks, sit beside you during lunch, and visit your lockers to try striking a conversation with you. At first you were a bit creeped out and annoyed by his committed attempts but you found yourself letting loose around him as you got comfortable around him. Without realizing, your true personality started shining through as H/N got closer to you. You started smiling more, laughing more and talking more. It was something that H/N looked forward to everyday. It was his number one reason he went to school everyday; to see your face and you smile. For the first time in your years in high school, it was happy, memorable and exciting. Your personality became more lively, cheery and carefree since meeting H/N. He brought out the sides of you that you’ve been concealing all along and without realizing, you developed feelings for him.

You were in your last year of high school and you found yourself falling head over heels for H/N, but you didn’t want to confess and put such a precious friendship at risk. Regardless of that, the two of you remained best of friends, always teasing and joking on who’s the more childish one. He would always catch you off guard with his heart skipping compliments and actions, though you’ll explain to yourself that it’s just part of his personality. The rumours about you didn’t stop and instead, it seems like it only got worse. Rumours of you being two faced and fake to try to win H/N’s heart started speculating. When H/N found out about this, he was enraged at the fact that even when you start showing your true self, people still had rude things to say about you. He always reminded you that people who talk behind your backs are where they belong- behind you and for that, you always found yourself hearing his voice and those words when you felt insecure.

“College applications are just around the corner. Have you thought about what you want to study yet?” H/N sat beside you, head resting on the desk as he waited for your reply “Haven’t really thought about it yet.” You tapped the back of the pen on your lip, trying to come up with some options. “What about you?” “I’m going to study nursing.” He answered directly, watching your expression. You slowly nodded, feeling a slight disappointment that the two of you won’t be studying in the same field. “Someone mentioned nursing seems suitable for me, so I decided to give it a go.” Your eyes travelled down, seeing his sweet grin. “I have a suggestion for you Y/N. You should try going to teachers college and become a P.E teacher.” “P.E teacher?” You repeated. He lifted his head, nodding his head. “I can definitely see you as a P.E teacher. With your cool personality and your talent in sports, you’ll make a great P.E teacher.” He gave you a thumbs up before patting your head upon hearing the bell, returning back to his class. You thought about his words, trying to imagine yourself as a teacher.

‘P.E teacher. That’s not too bad.’ You thought to yourself. You ended up applying to a teachers college for physical education and much to your surprise, you got in. On your graduation day, you were heading back to your locker, clearing the last bit of your belongings when your phone vibrated with an incoming text message. ‘From H/N: hey Y/N. could you meet me at the rooftop after school? I have something to tell you.’ Your head starts racing with the possible thing you might need to tell you, causing you stomach to twist. At the last bell, you slowly walked up the stairs to the rooftop, a hand on the knob before you ran back downstairs, running away from possibly the one and only time you could’ve confessed your feelings, and they would’ve been reciprocated. H/N leaned against the railing of the rooftop, watching the student’s excitedly run out of school as summer holiday started. He saw you hopelessly walk out the doors, wiping your facing from what seemed to be from crying. He wanted to run down. He wanted to grab your wrist and stop you. But something inside him prevented him from doing that, and so, he stared at your depressing figure disappearing in a distance. From that day on, the distance between you and H/N started drifting as neither of you saw each other during college, too afraid to text each other and ask about that day.

-Present day-

"Where'd your get your shirt? It looks good on you." The student walked past you before stopping at his steps, nervously laughing. "R-Really? I got it over the weekend when I went shopping with my friends." He looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed. "That's cool. But can I give you another suggestion on what to wear?" He looked down at you, somewhat surprised. "Maybe try wearing your uniform. That'll be 5 laps around the track." You tippy toe to flick his forehead before his friends came running behind him. "C'mon Ms. Y/L/N. It's summer! How do you expect me to wear it in the summer?" He whines before zipping his mouth, seeing your darken expression. "Don't give me that excuse when our school offers summer uniforms." You scolded, seeing his friends playfully nudge and ruffle his hair from your lecture. You were standing under a tree at the entrance of the school, making sure students walked in with the appropriate clothing and appearance. "Good morning Ms. Y/L/N!" A group of female students respectfully bowed as they walked past you. "Good morning girls." You quickly scanned their clothing. "Lily!" You walked up to the girl, before fixing her skirt, flatting the part that was slightly flipped up. "Thank you Ms. Y/L/N!" She smiled before you nodded. "Oh my gosh, did you see how beautiful she looked up close? My heart just fluttered just now." You heard a branch snap behind you before you let out a sigh, knowing who was trying to enter the school without getting caught.

"Boys." They froze as you turned around, glaring at them. Usually, they're wearing anything but their uniforms but surprisingly today, they were wearing their uniforms. Or at least tried to. You placed your hands on your waist , feeling somewhat proud at the troublemakers’ attempt to follow school rules. "You boys are surely something else. If you're going to try to follow school policies, at least try to put some effort in it." You walked up the to boys, fixing each of their outfits before patting them on at back, letting them off as they walked pass the entrance. "Man, even her scolding makes my heart flutter." "How can someone be so cold yet warm at the same time? "I wouldn't mind if she scolded me daily." "She is the school's heart shaker" You heard the boys' conversation, shaking your heads from their silly comments. The students had named you the school's heart shaker ever since they witnessed your cold yet heartwarming actions. Maybe it's because you were a former student and having to teach in the school you attended, you couldn't help but to soften up at times, seeing your younger self in the students. But when it comes to your P.E class and school regulations, you were strict about it, from the trouble you've gotten into back in your high school years.

Entering the staff office, you heard your coworkers whispering about something. "Y/N, did you hear about this most recent news?" "If it's gossip, I rather not hear it." You sat on your desk, reviewing your notes for the day. "Apparently, we're getting a new school nurse! The previous one retired." You hummed an uninterested response, focusing on your work. "I heard he's young and handsome as well. I wonder when he's going to come." The principal gave a brief run through over the schedules and any changes that may possibly occur. The words enter through one of your ears and out the other, as you mumble to yourself, trying to remember your schedules and the class notes. "Psst, Y/N." Your coworker whispered before you shot up from your chair, assuming that the principal caught your distracted behavior. "Yes!" The office went quiet as all the eyes were on you, your coworker trying her best to hold in her laughter. Glancing down, you glared at her, mouthing a 'what?' "Great, you can show the new nurse around when he comes. Which should be any time no-" The doors slid open as you let out a small yelp from seeing a familiar figure. H/N L/N, the guy who you left hanging on the last day of high school, also known as your first crush. “Just on time, Mr. H/L/N.” the principal stands to introduce the new staff. “This is H/N H/L/N. Starting today, he will be the school’s nurse.” Your eyes followed his figure as he walked to the middle of the office, bowing. "I hope we can all get along." He smiled as your coworkers started throwing questions and compliments at him. "What a handsome young man!" "Are you sure he's old enough to be a nurse? He looks so young!" "How old are you? Do you have a girlfriend?" He chuckled at their comments. "I'm 25 years old." He answered, as the staff looked at each other with jaws dropped. "Looks like you and Ms. Y/L/N are the youngest ones here." He glances over you as you flinched from suddenly meeting his eyes

"Ms. Y/L/N?" Your back straightened from your name suddenly being called." Do you have something to say to Mr. H/L/N? You've been standing there this whole time." "N-No." You sat back down, hiding your face behind your notes. "Very well then. Mr. H/L/N, your desk will be beside Ms. Y/L/N. She will also give you a tour around the school during lunch break." The principal left at his final words. The bell rang as teachers left the office to their assigned rooms. "You definitely just fell head over heels for this dude." Your coworker whispered before you jerked your head up, about to curse when you hear a male beside you clearing his throat. "Um, Ms. Y/L/N-" "I better get to class! My students are waiting for me." You jumbled your papers together before standing up, walking at a brisk pace, leaving your coworker and H/L in confusion. 'He seriously had to come here out of all the schools? Does he recognize me? He shouldn't, right? Just pretend you don't know him and you'll be fine, Y/N' You tried gathering your thoughts as you walked to the field to your students. "Is Ms. Y/L/N alright?" H/N asks your coworker who was giggling to herself. "Yeah she's fine. You have to get used to her abrupt actions sometimes." She advised before leaving the room. "I know, I've already gotten used to it." He mumbled while looking out the window, watching you stomp over to the students. "Ms, Y/L/N! I heard there's a new school nurse! Is it a male or female?" The girls went up to you as you backed up from their close distance. "Male." "Really?! What's his name."

"Mr. H/L/N." "How old is he?" "25." "Is he cute?" "Why does that matter? You are going to purposely injure yourself so you can pay him a visit?" You crossed your arms, as they girls shook their heads in denial but you could see through them. "And why am I even telling you these things?" "You're no fun, Ms. Y/L/N. Can't you give us a little hope?" The girls nagged. "Dream on. Alright class, we're playing ultimate frisbee today!" You ended the conversation, starting the class.

-Lunch Break- "Looks like the P.E class is going overtime again." One of the staff declared while entering the office, stretching his hand over his head. "Ms. Y/L/N got herself in the game and now the kids are more energized than ever." "What do you mean?" H/N asked, glancing out the window, seeing you sprint across the fielding to catch the frisbee. "Whenever students have class with Ms. Y/L/N, they just don't seem to want to leave, even if it's lunch time. Especially if she starts playing, the energy level in the students just skyrockets." H/N exits the office, walking down the stairs to the doors to the field, watching you play with the students through the glass doors. You glanced at your watch, blowing the whistle to stop the game. "Alright guys, if you keep on playing, you're going to miss your lunch break! I'll take things from here so you guys are free to go. Have a good lunch everyone!" Hearing them whine, you chuckled, shooing them off as they rushed to the cafeteria. You saw them left before smiling to yourself, fixing your hair and started to pick up the equipment. H/N heart skipped a beat when he saw the bright smile of yours. He placed his hand on his chest, feeling it race. You wiped the sweat on your forehead before tossing the heavy bag over your shoulder, walking through the doors. "Ms. Y/L/N?" You jumped, letting out a squeal as you almost lost your balance before H/N got a grip around your arm, balancing you back. "Who creepily approaches someone like that?" "I was here for a while now," "That doesn't make it any better?!" You hid your face from showing such an embarrassing side. "Do you need something from me?" "Yes. A tour." Your lips circled into an 'oh' from realization. "Give me a second. Let me put away the equipment first." You dragged the bag before it was taken away from you. "Let me lend you a hand." You opened the doors of the gym storage room, pointing at the spot for the bag to be placed before you locked the door.

'Stay calm, act normal, it'll be alright. Just act like this is your first time seeing him and everything will be fine. Just get through this tour and you won’t have to interact with him later.' You reminded yourself as you twisted the lock, turning to face the tall male. "This is the gym and storage room. We have two gyms. One that's attached to the school and one that's in the back which is normally used for club practices." You pointed around as he quietly followed behind, looking around. "So the gym attached to the school is the main gym?" He asked as you nodded, walking down the hallways. "The first floor is usually where the grades 9 and 10 are. Turning right is the entrance to the cafeteria." He peeked through the doors, seeing the room full of students chattering and eating. "I heard the cafeteria has really delicious food." He comments as you turn to look at him. "It's what makes our school special. If you ever get a chance, you should definitely try the ___, it's my favorite" You smiled, feeling excited to eat it after the tour. 'I know. You used to eat it everyday for lunch.' He thought to himself, following you upstairs. "The second floor is usually for grades 11 and 12. Occasionally other students come here depending on subjects. Do you know where the nurse's office is?" He shook his head. You placed your hands behind your back, walking to his office when a couple of female students from earlier walked pass. "Good afternoon Ms. Y/L/N." "Good afternoon. Have you eaten lunch already?" They nodded as you smiled. Their eyes shifted to H/N behind you before switching back at you, smirks plastered on their faces. "Is that Mr. H/L/N that you told us about from the beginning of class?" You looked at the girls, eyes twitching. "Ah, you mean the new staff you guys asked me about? Yes. This is Mr. H/L/N." You forced a small grin. "I heard you're the same age as Ms. Y/L/N. Did you guys go to the same school?" "Hey! That's not very nice to ask Mr. H/L/N such questions on his first day, girls!" You panicked, trying to stop their plan before it gets out of hand. 'Please say no, please say no, please say no.' you prayed. "No no it's alright." He reassured, smiling at the girls. "I don't believe so." You let out a silent sigh of relief, without knowing that H/N was observing your actions. "Ms. Y/L/N is just showing me around the school." "Mr. H/L/N, did you know that Ms. Y/L/N is the school's heart sha-"

"Now now, students shouldn't loiter around in the halls." You pushed the girls to the opposite direction as they giggled to each other. "And Yumi! Button up your shirt!" You yelled before hearing "Did you see her blush? She's so cool!" echo down the hall. "What were the students saying just now?" "N-Nothing. Here's your office." You opened the door for him. He stepped in, observing the place before standing behind the window, looking out at the field. You felt your heart tingle from seeing his figure by the window, recalling that time when he helped you try your wound. "Ms. Y/L/N? Are you alright? Your face is a little red." He walks towards you before you quickly back up. "I'm fine! I'll if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get lunch." You ran off. H/N walked to the desk, sitting down before resting his head back on the chair. 'I didn't even get a chance to say thank you.'

-The following week-

You were finding every possibility to limit your interactions with H/N, trying to keep yourself distracted and busy, with every possible way. “Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N, do you know where the prin-” “Sorry, I have to go print some documents.” You stood up from your seat, walking into the printer room. Your coworker beside you, saw the suspicious interaction, rolling her chair over to the nurse’s desk. “I have to say, Miss. Y/L/N isn’t normally like this. So I don’t blame you if you’re a little flustered by her actions. I’ll go check up on her.” He kindly smiled at the female before her cheeks heated red, walking into the printer room. “Y/N, what’s up with you?” You flinched at her sudden voice. “You scared me there F/N!” You relaxed, seeing it was just her. “What do you mean?” “You’ve been acting weird ever since Mr. H/L/N started working here.” You punched the buttons on the printer. “Is there something wrong?” “It’s not that. Promise you won’t say anything?” Your coworker gave you a trusting bob. “It’s just that… We went to the same high school together.” You quietly spoke, afraid that other staff would hear. “What?!” She screamed before your hand whipped over her mouth, shooting her a glare. “Sorry, sorry. I wasn’t expecting this at all.” “Neither have I. This would be the last place I’ll expect to see him.” You spoke your thoughts out loud, inserting the documents before punching in the number of needed copies. “Do you think he recognizes you?” You shook your head furiously. “I don’t think so. The last time we saw each other…” You recalled the memory during your graduation day. “...was in high school. So it’s been years. But do me a favor.” You felt a weird tingle in your body from what you were about to say. “Could you not address me by my first name when we’re around him. I don’t want to take any chances of making him realize that we’re classmates.”

“For sure!… What if he came back because…” You pressed 1 and 0 for 10 copies. “He likes you and thought that you might return back as a teacher?” Your finger slipped and pressed onto the 0, making 100 copies. “Are you crazy?! Who in their right mind would come back for that?” You whispered yelled, glancing over at the screen before your eyes popped out, seeing the number of copies. “100 COPIES?!” You yelled before you and your coworker started to panic. “Why’d you click 100?” “I clicked 10 but YOU distracted me and I clicked the extra 0!” “I was only stating what could possibly be true!” “Stop talking nonsense and help me out.” You clicked the ‘cancel’ button before the printer finally became silent, only printing out a couple copies. You walked over to pick up the slot to gather the printed copies. “That was a close call.” You looked over at your friend, seeing her tense eyes on the screen. “F/N…?” The printer started running again, making loud whirring noises before sheets of paper started shooting out everywhere. It was too late to cancel the operation. “Y/N!” Your coworker yelled, as you hectically picked up the fallen and flying sheets as she clicked random buttons in hopes to stop the machine. “Oh my gosh, Y/N! It won’t stop printing!” She cried. After a couple minutes, the machine finally stopped, leaving the two of you heavily breathing.

“I’m so screwed.” You groaned, looking at the amount of copies in your hand. “What am I going to do with 100 copies?” “I mean you always manage to lose your papers, even when they’re on your desk so maybe having a few extra copies isn’t a bad thing.” She tried comforting you in the worst way possible. “I think we should go Y/N, Mr. H/L/N mentioned that he needed to use the printer- '' The both of you turned around being greeted by none other than H/N who was standing by the door, with a rather shocked expression. You started panicking, not knowing if he witnessed the embarrassing incident or your coworker calling you by your first name. “A-Ah, Mr. H/L/N! What a sight to see you here!” You mentally face palmed yourself from hearing your coworker attempting to speak as if nothing happened. “I was just checking up on Y/- I mean, Ms. Y/L/N to see if she’s alright with the printer.” She glanced back at you to see you pursing your lips, forcing a smile. She definitely can’t keep her promise. “I see. Do you mind if I use it after you’re done?” You nodded, stepping aside from him. Even though he was pretty confident that on the first day, he saw you and knew it was you, he was able to confirm to himself that it was truly you, Y/N L/N, his crush from high school that was his coworker. You walked over to the table on the other side, trying to organize the stack of papers. “You are so dead.” You grumbled lowly as she uneasily stood beside you, feeling guilty for breaking the promise. “It just slipped out of my mouth. It’s only natural to call my friend by her first name!” She whispered her reasoning as you rolled your eyes, letting out a sigh. “Wait Ms. Y/L/N, your fingers are bleeding!” You glanced down at your hand, seeing paper multiple paper cuts on your fingers and hand. It must’ve been when you were catching the flying papers. H/N turned back to see you stick your finger in your mouth. “It’s just a paper cut.” You mumbled with a finger in between your teeth. Holding the papers back to your desk, F/N worryingly follows behind.

“I don’t think paper cuts cut that deep onto your skin. Plus, there’s multiple of them! You should get them treated.” H/N couldn’t help to be worried about your state, knowing that you’re the kind of person who doesn’t like showing their weak side. Peeking out the door, he sees you wince, flapping your hand in the air to cool the pain. He wanted to step in and help but he had the feeling that maybe he should stay out of it. He quietly returned back to his seat, seeing you glance to his side as he sat down, causing you to straighten up your back from the tension. You keep yourself busy, scheduling class for the next couple of days and reviewing the upcoming ones. His eyes wandered to your facial features, seeing your play with your cheeks, puffing them and rotating the puffed cheek from one side to another. Your lips pressed together tightly into a thin line before pressing them outwards, alternating from playing with your cheeks and lips. He knew this was a habit of yours since high school whenever you’re focused. Seeing how your habits haven't changed made his heart warm up, knowing that this was something that he found adorable of you. You slowly turned your head towards him, feeling his eyes staring at you. His pupils widened, unexpected by the sudden eye contact before your face turned into a shade of red, realizing your habits haven been caught. “Sorry, this is what I do when I’-” “When you’re focused?” He finished the sentence for you before his mouth snapped shut, alarmed about how he might’ve exposed himself in front of you. Your jaw dropped by his sudden words. ‘How does he know? Does he… remember me?’ “Sorry, a previous coworker of mine had that habit whenever he’s focused.” He lied with a smile, praying you’ll fall for it. “O-Oh really? That’s interesting.” You chuckled awkwardly, turning your focus back onto the screen of your monitor. You laid a hand over your chest, feeling just how fast your heart was racing.

H/N was nervously fidgeting with his fingers onto top of his desk, not knowing he got away with pretending he didn’t know you. He tried distracting himself with filling in some documents and ordering supplies when his mind wandered back to your scratched fingers. ‘She should really put ointment or at least a bandage on them.’ He glances over at your hands, seeing the red cuts. Biting his lip, he pondered back and forth on whether he should check up on you. He is the school nurse after all, so it’s normal to care for his fellow coworkers, right? “Ms. Y/L/N, is your fingers-” “Hey H/N, wanna grab lunch together? I heard they updated the menu with new dishes!” A male worker shot up from his seat in front of him right at the bell. Your eyes looked up at him from hearing him call your name. “Sure.” H/N said after a brief pause. He glanced down, having the expression as if he wanted to ask you something but left with the male staff.

“Man, with this much paperwork, I would rather be teaching.” F/N leans back onto her seat, stretching her arms over her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to get them treated?” She looked at the papercuts. You shook your head, telling her that it's just a tiny scratch and that it’ll heal itself by tomorrow. “Shall we head for lunch then? It’ll be my treat today. I feel bad for what happened back there.” “As you should be.” You said matter-of-factly, feeling her hug onto your arm, trying to cheer you up. Walking into the cafeteria, there was a huge line formed by the students to get lunch. Getting a tray, you queued up with your friend. You spotted H/N and the teacher a few people ahead, having a conversation with a few female students lining up in front of them. “Ah, Ms. Y/L/N and Ms. F/L/N, do you want to go ahead of me? I’m actually waiting for a friend.” The male student offered. “No, it’s alright. Thank you though.” You kindly smiled, as the student blushed, looking down. “I mean, he offered it, so why not?” F/N whispered to only get nudged by you. “One curry chicken katsu please!” Your friend happily ordered once it was your turn. “And the usual for you, Ms. Y/L/N?” You nodded, giggling at the lunch lady’s question. The two of you sat at a table near the windows, enjoying your lunch in peace. “So how was H/N like back then?” You almost choked on your mouthful, hitting your chest to prevent the food going down the wrong pipe. “Were you and him good friends?” “You could say so.” “Then why didn’t you keep contact with him in college?” You remained quiet, feeling guilty about what happened that day. “...Did something happen?” “Not really…” You munched. “I’m not sure how he is now, but back then, he was really popular.” “That, I can definitely say, hasn't changed about him.” You followed her eyes to the table where he sat, eating with a table full of female teachers. “Didn’t you say that your high school years weren’t memorable or something?” “Yeah. It was only untilI met H/N. He was the light in my darkness.” “So you like him.” “I never said that.” “But you’re sure making it sound like it.” You scoffed at her words. You have to admit, you liked him in the past but after getting into teacher’s college, you only focused on your studies, forgetting about H/N. “It’s just weird. Seeing your classmate as your coworker working together in the same school you used to attend.” “Maybe he has a reason.”

- 2 days later -

“What a surprise.” You entered the office, eyes still half awake from your lack of sleep. You slumped down on your chair, taking out a box of bandages. “Are you actually going to use them or are they going to end up being your desk decor?” You narrowed your eyes at F/N’s statement. “You do know the nurse’s office has bandages, right?” “Yeah but…” You haven’t been sleeping well for the past couple of weeks, unable to wrap around the fact that H/N is actually your coworker. You tried searching answers for why he possibly could come back, but nothing would come into mind. “It’s because of him isn’t it.” Letting out a groan, couldn’t help but to chuckle at your childish acts. “Are you scared of the room or him?” “Both? I don’t know.” Opening the box, you took out a couple of bandages, placing them on your cuts. “I didn’t know papercuts take this long to heal.” “I didn’t know someone could be so bad at using bandages. Plus, I told you, papercuts don’t cut that deep into your skin. Why didn’t you treat them either? Imagine all the bacteria that has gone into your wound for the past few days! You could get an infection!” “You sound just like my mom and it’s scaring me.” You shivered, recalling her words in your mother’s tone. After finishing with wrapping your cuts, you left for your first class. Due to the heatwave, you decided to move your P.E class indoors to prevent anyone from getting heat strokes. “Alright since we’re indoor today, we’re going to be playing volleyball.” The class whined and complained. “I’ll be treating the winners for ice cream.” The gym was filled with shouts and cheers from hearing the reward. Splitting the class into a couple of teams, you and a couple of students went to set up the nets.

“What happened to your hand?” A male student asked, pointing at the bandages. “Oh, just a minor cut.” “No I mean, did you wrap that or did Mr. H/L/N?” “Oh… I did. Why?” You felt your cheek heat up from humiliation “You can obviously tell it’s not Mr. H/L/N’s wrapping.” You hissed at the other classmate’s comment before he ran off, teasing you. “Mr. H/L/N is really good at wrapping wounds. I scraped my elbow the other day and he wrapped it so well that even when I move my arm around, it doesn’t loosen!” You were suddenly reminded about his gentle touch when he helped you treat your injured knee. “Ah, I see. He is the school nurse after all.” “Maybe you should ask him to help you with your cuts.” “No! I mean, I already have bandages on so it’ll be a waste to throw them away now.” “Not to be rude or anything, but it’s already a waste from how you place them on.” “Hey!”

-

“6 vanilla and chocolate twists on a cone please.” The students behind were happily cheering as you paid for their desserts. “Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N!” They chimed in unison. “No worries. Stay hydrated and get home safely.” You headed upstairs, stopping by to see if F/N is still in her class before heading back to the office. You saw someone holding a box filled with calligraphy equipment as they hastily stumbled. “Shit shit shit shit…” You heard a familiar voice. “Ms. F/L/N?” Her panicked face relaxes upon your appearance. “Is something wrong?” “You’re a lifesaver. I just remembered I have a meeting to attend about the upcoming class event with a few teachers so could you help me bring these to the art class and make sure everyone gets a brush, ink try and calligraphy paper! Oh and be careful with the ink, the bottle isn’t closed properly.” She thrusted the box to you before taking off down the stairs, shouting her gratitude. You stood there dumbfounded before slowly wobbling your way to her class. Setting the box down, you went around each desk to hand out the brushes. You went back to take out the ink bottle, struggling to twist the cap open

“Not closed properly? More like closed too properly.” You gritted your teeth, twisted the cap before it pops open, spilling some ink on your hand. “Shit!” You cursed loudly before you heard the door burst open. Slowly turning around in fear that the principal heard, H/N rushed over, surprised and puzzled when he saw your face. “Ms. Y/L/N? What are you doing here?” He looked down to see the scene. “Ms. F/L/N needed some help so I offered to lend a hand.” He went to get some wet paper towels to wipe the ink on the floor. You walked over to the sink to wash your hands, sighing to see that the ink stained your bandages. Walking back, you saw Mr. H/L/N pouring the ink onto the ink pallets. “Thanks.” You laid out papers on each desk before carrying the box onto the side, walking out with him. The two of you walked in an awkward silence. You didn’t know what to say and you couldn’t tell if it’s because you have nothing to say or too much to say. “I heard the heatwave is going to last until next week.” He placed his arms behind his back. You let out a “mhmm” before raising your hand to wipe the sweat on your forehead. “Are those rings?” You looked down at your hand, seeing your bandages stain into black.

“No, these are bandages. The ink must’ve stained them.” You chuckled, feeling more sweat build up as you saw him observe them. “Well then, if you excuse me.” You stepped to leave but he got a grip of your wrist. “Come with me.” Not letting go of his hold, he pulled you into his office. He loosened his grip, walking over to get the first aid kit before taking a seat at his desk, dragging a stool out in front of him. You stood by the entrance, feeling your heart pound. It was just you and him. In the room. Alone. Together. Almost 9 years ago. “What are you waiting for? Take a seat.” You timidly walked over to the stool, avoiding his eyes as you sat down. “May I take a look?” You raised your hand, slightly flinching as you felt his familiar touch. “Sorry, did that hurt?” You shook your head, feeling the head spread across your face. He gently took off the bandages as you glanced and saw his worried expression, just like when he was younger. “Ms. F/L/N was right, papercuts don’t cut this deep.” He spoke to himself as your eyes widened in realization that he heard your conversation with your coworker. He applied some ointment before wrapping them tightly. “Why didn’t you stop by? I could’ve helped you treat them.” “It’s nothing serious.” You answered, looking down at the floor.

“Are you sure?” Your head lifted from his change in tone, meeting his eyes. “Are you sure it’s not something else?” “I don’t know what you’re saying.” “Why are you avoiding me?” You tried to think of an excuse. “I wasn’t.” “Every time I tried to talk to you, you’re always excusing yourself.” “I wasn’t.” “Then what were you doing?” “I…” You trailed off, lost at words “You can’t fool me.” He started. Your eyes shifted to look at his. “Even after all this time.” He rolled his chair closer to you. “You’re still the same to me.” He reached to tuck a strand behind your ear. “Y/N L/N.”

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