♡︎♥︎ 𝗣𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 ♥︎♡︎ | 𝗩𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝙰𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙽𝚘 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙶𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟶𝚔 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚝. 𝟸

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For DenkiLastBrainCellz

'Cause uh, you gave me the idea with your comment-

Part of the 10k reads specials, because I felt like one chapter wasn't enough,

but don't take this too seriously.

It's just a crack chapter :)

If you want to, just add Varian as Y/N and change the pronouns to he/him in your head. This is a Varian fanfic after all.

Another school AU, don't ask why, idk either.

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You sighed as you looked at (Y/N) from a distance.

Sure, it was just a hallway crush, but could anyone blame you?

(Y/N) sat in her chair, attentively listening to the teacher who was currently explaining something about some chemical reaction - you hadn't listened.

She was placed in the first row, right next to the window, which was opened just a tad.

A light breeze made her hair gently sway, and you couldn't have been more in love.

Now, you weren't the type to fall for someone that easily. Had you talked to her? ...Once. But there was a reason you had gained a crush on the beauty.

It was cliché, really. You had been sitting on the stairs in front of the building, extremely stressed over the exam you were going to write in the next lesson, when she arrived.

Like a gasp of fresh air, the sight of her immediately cleared up your thoughts.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yes, now that you're he- I mean yes, yes, thank you for your concern."

'Thank you for your concern???' Oh god you were doomed.

"Let me guess, you're writing an exam soon?"

"How did you know?"

She chuckled lightly.

"Well, I get like that too. The pressure can get too much. All the expectations..."

She trailed off, looking you in the eyes.

"...But know you're not alone." She smiled brightly "I'm (Y/N)! The new student. Pleasure to meet you!"

She held out her hand and you hesitated before reaching yours out to her. She grasped it lightly and gave it a slight squeeze.

"I'm-"

And then the bell rung. Just your luck.

"Oh! Uh, well, I'll see you around."

"Wait-"

But she had already ran into the hall, making her way to the principals office.

And that's where we jump back to the then present day.

You hadn't paid attention in chemistry, and now it was time for history.

Your history teacher, who had totally noticed your lovey-dovey stares, and had definitely talked to the other teachers about you two, had grouped you up with (Y/N) for an assignment.

You were baffled at all the clichés happening, but hey, no complaints from you.

So, you sat down next to (Y/N), awaiting the teachers instructions.

"So class, since this school year has only just begun, I will let you free-style a bit. Choose your favourite historical person and create a dialogue using the two people you've gathered with your partner."

Ah, well crap.

You weren't the best at history, so you honestly didn't know anyone who you wanted to pick. At least, no one you really found fascinating.

No one came to your mind anyway.

So you and (Y/N) discussed for a bit. She seemed to love history a fair bit, as her eyes sparkled while she explained her favourite historical person in detail.

She spoke with so much enthusiasm that it really pulled you in. And usually, you didn't even like history all that much. At least not the parts you were taught in school. But somehow, it felt different with her.

You were sure that you would've enjoyed any subject as long as she was there.

"...Oh, btw, I never caught your name."

"Hm? Oh, it's (Reader)."

"That's such a nice name!"

"Haha, thank you."

"(Reader).... (Reader)...."

She pondered for a moment before a lightbulb figuratively lit up above her head.

"How about I call you mine instead?"

"What-"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. ...Unless...? Nope, still kidding."

But the fondness she held in her eyes betrayed her.

"It's cool if I call you (Nickname) though, right?"

"Sure!"

The teacher watched the two of you with the faintest hint of a smile, before turning back to break apart two people who were fighting over the people they wanted to pick. Daily lives of teachers.