[Chapter Limit - Complete] The Dimitrescus x FEMALE!Reader One-Shots

Acting [Reader x OC]

reader uses she/they pronouns
isa's pronouns are they/them ONLY
for the isa simps, this is the modern!au concept i had for their future story. so if you all like it, i'll use this idea for the story (in the story y/n won't catch feelings as quickly as in this one-shot. again, it's a one-shot, it's supposed to be fast paced)
above is the song of isa's that y/n listens to and yes, things will get back to normal start sunday. so that means the smut for 'Kitten' might be monday? we'll see if i'm actually able to finish it before monday

Another year of classes brought me one step closer to graduating — and never having to set foot in a place of education again. With it being the first day back, I, of course, slept through my alarm and was now running late. I wasn't too worried about it — my professor was the same as the last two years, so she didn't mind if I was late. Which is something I'm eternally grateful for. She was very motherly and didn't even bat an eye when I told her I had a crush on one of the women in my class last year.

Speaking of crushes, Twitter had been full of excitement for the first day back — which baffled me because everyone that tweeted about being excited were the same ones always complaining about wanting to take breaks from school. As I tried to recall what or who the tweets were about, I ran into something. It was solid and had a nice smell to it, but it was also soft. I moved back slightly and my eyes landed on what I bumped into.

No. Not what. Who. The person was barely five feet tall — maybe 5"1' on a good day — but that didn't stop the intimidating aura that radiated off of them. Their loose, black curls stopped just above their eyebrows, allowing beams of light to reach their hazel eyes and knock the wind out of me. I took a small step backward and felt my heart hammer against my chest.

'Now it's coming back to me. This person is who everyone was excited to see.... And I just bumped into them...'

"S-sorry," We muttered in unison and there was a visible pink on their freckled, olive-colored skin.

"I uh... Had to get away from a group of girls," The person muttered before kneeling and picking up my papers that had scattered when I bumped into them. "I wasn't paying attention — I'm sorry. You're probably just trying to get to class. Here, I believe these are yours."

They held out the stack of papers and my heart skipped a beat when my fingers brushed over their skin. "Th-thank you. Why, if you don't mind me asking, were you surrounded by a group of women?"

They stared blankly at me before their lips parted. Their brows pinched together as they processed that I didn't know who they were. Something flashed in their eyes and they smiled, holding a hand out for me to shake. I took their hand and shook it, committing their name and face to memory.

"I'm Isa Black — just realized I never introduced myself," Their smile brought attention to the dimples that simply added to their attractiveness. "A lot of people think I'm attractive and mistake me for some famous singer or something... I just wanna finish college."

"I understand that," I giggled and glanced at the time on my watch. "Fuck! I'm already an hour late! I-I gotta go — it was nice to meet you, Isa! Sorry for bumping into you!"

With that, I rushed to my class and sent an apologetic smile to the professor after taking my seat. Normally, I'd mindlessly write down notes — later reading over them rather than focusing in class. It was an odd system, but the professor didn't care so long as I passed her class. When class ended, I stayed after — getting the notes from the first hour of the class.