Scholarly (Yelena X Reader) ON HOLD

Chapter Twelve

Content Warning: Very brief smut (don't worry, next chapter will have the real stuff) 

 Armin stands in the doorway, eyes wide as he processes what he sees before him. Yelena's hands still grip my hips, every part of her frozen as she stares back at him. No one speaks for a long moment.

Armin's brows knit together, his eyes suddenly burning with anger as he starts to walk towards us.

"What is this?" he asks in a tone I've never heard from him as I scramble to stand from where I'm still draped over Yelena's lap. When he reaches us he stands between Yelena and I.

"Did she force you to do that Y/N?" he asks without turning to look at me, still staring daggers at Yelena who is now also standing. "To fix your grade?" My stomach drops as I realize what he must be thinking.

"What? No!" I say as I walk around him to put myself in the middle. Yelena is silent, but I can tell his words struck her. I face him directly, my eyes pleading with him to understand.

"It's not like that," I say. I'm still reeling from his reaction and can't find the right words to explain what it is like at the moment so I just hold his gaze and hope that he understands.

He takes a small step back, expression still unsure but without the hard edge it held a moment ago.

"I'll explain everything, can you just meet me at my dorm in a few minutes?" I say. He looks unsure of whether to leave me here but nods and slowly begins to leave.

"Ten minutes or I'm coming back," he says before exiting and closing the door behind him. I sigh in relief and turn to face Yelena who still stands completely still and silent.

"I'm so sorry," I say, "He's a really good friend and I guess he misunderstood what was happening." She says nothing, sitting back in the chair. I sit beside her, waiting for her to respond. After a long moment she does.

"He thought I was taking advantage of you," she says, her voice heavy with pain. My chest stings and I reach out to intertwine our fingers.

"But you weren't," I say. "You've been all I could think about for weeks, I wanted that." She squeezes my hand and looks at me.

"I never want to make you feel pressured. Ever." Her voice is raw and low. I lean forward, brushing my lips across hers in a soft kiss.

"You won't," I whisper against her lips. She kisses me back, her hand coming up to gently cup my cheek as she does.

She pulls away, eyes on my own. "Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?" she asks as she stands, pulling me up with her. I sigh and shake my head.

"It's probably best for me to handle this on my own for now," I say. She nods, walking me to the classroom door and giving me one last kiss before I go to leave.

I worry over what to say to Armin the entire walk back to my dorm. How do I explain to someone that I'm developing feelings for a person who is essentially my professor and that it's not as creepy as it sounds? I groan inwardly.

Armin sits on a bench outside the building, standing as he sees me approach. We don't talk as we make our way up to my room, awkward silence building. When we finally get inside, my door closed firmly behind us, I decide to break the silence.

"It's not what you're thinking," I say as I settle onto my bed. Armin remains standing.

"Then what exactly is it Y/N? You complain about that woman constantly, always talking about how you think she's being purposely hard on you and then suddenly I'm walking in on you making out with her?"