Summary: Teacher on teacher tension spills over in a classroom alone
A/N: I tried to make this as unspecific as possible, since I know I've not got a majority of readers from any particular country 😭 also reader referred to as Miss btw
"Miss!" One of the boys in your class shouted, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Or, from it being second to last period, possible flood of tears.
This was one of your particularly difficult Year 8 classes. 12 to 13 years olds were never an easy group of kids to manage, but this class was just especially tiring.
They could be extremely argumentative, be rude to each others, start arguments between themselves or with you, blatantly ignore you. Hormones were in full swing and the flirting was driving you mad.
And, you had a particular lot of boys who main goal was to try impress people, and while not necessarily misbehaving, they'd waste a lot of the lesson time, and as a 1st year teacher, it sometimes stressed you to your wits end.
One student in particular, George.
"MISS!" He shouted, above the rest of the class which you'd just managed to get to quieten down. Silently saying a prayer to whatever God there was, if one existed, you turned around, a plain face on.
"Yes, George?" You asked, in as gentle a tone as you could fake.
"Can I have a cushion in the exam?" He asked, an eager expression on his face. You knew what he was referring to, as the Year 8 internal exams were coming up in a few short weeks.
"It depends if you have a medical condition," You said, plainly. You knew it was a dull response, but it was the one that most teachers in the school had advised you to give.
A small giggle spread through the class, but George seemed insistent. "I do have a medical condition!" He exclaimed.
You didn't say anything, so he felt the need to announce what this apparent medical condition was.
"It's called the very uncomfortable school chairs syndrome!" He said, as a few people burst out laughing.
God knows how, you managed to keep a straight face, stopping yourself from rolling your eyes, because if they saw, the class would go absolutely mad.
"No, George you can't," You commented, as you got up some revision worksheets for the upcoming exam. You were trying to get their prep work done as soon as possible, as the class was behind on their work.
"Can someone please help me hand out half of these?" You asked, as you split the pile of worksheets roughly down the middle, as you held them out in different hands.
"Allie, please," You said, as she'd raised her hands to do so. She got up from her chair, taking the worksheet, as she began to hand out the worksheets, while you went around the other half of the class, handing them out.
As you passed a group of particular girls, Mia, Holly, Millie and Hannah, you saw that Mia had her timetable in her hand, and as they looked at what they had after their lesson, Millie let out a loud squeal.
"MILLIE!" Hannah scolded, smacking her shoulder, as you smirked a little. "Girls, can you just please keep the noise down," You said, as you were quite fond of the girls, and they did get their work done.
"Sorry, Miss," Holly apologised, as you put their 4 worksheets down, but as you were beginning to walk away, you heard what had made Millie react like that. "What was that about?!" Mia asked, clearly not impressed with Millie.
"We have Music with Mr Harrison next!" She said, as she jumped up and down a little bit in her chair, excited.
Immediately, as you put the worksheets down on the neighbouring table, you couldn't help but giggle. So many girls in their year, and all around the school, in general, had a crush on him.
He was a music teacher, and since you'd first joined the school, you couldn't pretend that you didn't fancy a him a little bit.
But, definitely not to the same extent as some people. There was even a group of Year 10 girls who had started a not so secret society, in which they only referred to him as "The One".
"Oh my god!" Holly said, also excited for their upcoming lesson with him. But, it seemed they'd see him a little earlier than they'd originally planned to.
About 20 minutes before the end of the class, you heard the door of your classroom opening. You turned around, ready to remind a student to knock, but Dom was standing there instead.
"Sorry to disturb the lesson, Miss, but I accidentally send some of my revision guides to the wrong printer, I just came here to collect them," He said, halfway in the door, until stepping in fully once he'd explained himself.
That made sense, as the Music department was next to the English department, and the whole departments were sharing printers more often than not.
"Oh, no problem, Sir," You said, gently, as he walked past you to go to the printer, which was by your desk. As he did so, he held your waist gently, to move past you.
You could only lie if you said that it didn't give you butterflies. Dom wore rings, and a lot of them. With his hands wrapped around your waist, and the cold metal around it, you felt your stomach flip.
Looking over at the 4 girls, all of them were bright red in the face, and you simply rolled your eyes, as you went back to finishing handing out the final worksheets.
"See you later, Miss," Dom said, as his hand again grazed your waist, as he made his way out of the room, and back down the corridor to his classroom.
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3:10pm
When students finally left the school. Sweet relief. Thankfully none of your students had detentions, as detention days were Thursdays, and with the Heads Of Years. As you sat in your chair, tired, you heard a knock on the door.
Looking up, Dom was in the doorway. You motioned for him to come in, and he walked into the room, two cups of tea in hand. "You alright, Y/N?" He asked, as you let out an exhausted sigh.
"M'tired," You complained, as you laid your head down on the table. "I made you some tea," He said, as he passed one of the mugs of tea over towards you. "Thank you, Dom," You said, as you took it, gratefully.
The two of you just talked for a little bit, as you held your hands over your head. "I'm so exhausted," You said, sighing.
"Oh come over here," He said, moving his chair towards you as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you softly.
As he held you, you slowly looked over at him, and your eyes met. As you stared into each others eyes, the moment just felt right. Before you could think of much else, he leant in, and he kissed you.
Your lips met, and you didn't move against it. Neither of you tried to take it faster, just your lips against each others.
Leaving the kiss, finally, he smiled at you softly, taking your hand in his. "I really like you, Y/N," He confessed, as though it wasn't obvious to you now. "I like you too, Dom," You smiled back, your head on his chest.
"Do you wanna try make the two of us work?" He asked, and you nodded. "Us," You beamed.
A/N! So I know I've been talking about it for a hot minute now but any of my Måneskin fans, I can announce that tomorrow I'll be posting my first imagine on a Måneskin book, Cara Mia!
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