𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐀𝐬 𝐀𝐦 𝐈

By the time Friday had rolled around, you were in the professor's office once again, going through normal writing exercises while he did his every day paperwork, as per usual.

Except, you weren't doing any writing exercises at all for that matter. Instead, you were left drowning in your own boundless thoughts as you stared off into the distance, eyes on the wall.

It was like any other day.

Quaint, comfortable... an atmosphere you wished to maintain for a life time. 

And all for a number of reasons.

You liked quaint. You liked comfortable. 

And you most definitely liked the company you had with you. 

Of all the reasons that resounded, however, the last one may or not have been the real answer.

Inevitable, you repeated to yourself like a mantra inside your head. 

Half of the time, your continuous convincing had worked. Meanwhile, the other half of the time... you'd have a differing opinion.

Because it wasn't inevitable in the slightest.

Your feelings were yours, and yours alone.

Yours to control, yours to choose, yours to express. You couldn't have just blamed it on chance and hope on this relationship as if it were only bound to happen.

It wasn't. It wasn't bound to happen. Nor was it ever going to work in the first place.

Perhaps that was your first mistake. Being too late.

Too late to come to the realization that you'd liked a man you simply couldn't have, all for society's sake. 

Well, generally, institutions didn't have provisions against consensual relationships between professors and students. In fact, there were no laws that covered such a dynamic.

Nonetheless, you knew what your league was— where you stood, and it certainly wasn't with him.

Now, you were at your limit, reaching a certain peak of boredom that seemed almost beyond your comprehension.

At this point, you weren't attending these private lessons for the sheer purpose of learning alone. 

You were doing it for him.

Was he aware of that fact? You hoped not.

After all - like the mass majority of human beings - one of the things you feared most was rejection. Deep down, it was something you'd become partially ashamed of, despite how common it was to fear such a thing. Especially considering how you were the one who'd done the rejecting in the past.

And you hadn't just rejected anyone.

It was a friend. A close and dear friend, which had resulted is pure tragedy.

"Stop making that face and get to work."

A strict, masculine voice suddenly spoke, bringing you out of your trance.

You fixed your gaze and turned to the professor, who was looking straight at you once you'd focussed on him.

"What face?" You asked earnestly.

He made a gesture towards what seemed to be the whole of your face, and your face flushed as you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Stoic bastard.