I love you, Mr. Albedo! [Albedo x Reader]

I'm staring Advanced Art today!

When I get home, the first thing I do is pick up my sketchbook and head outside. I just finished my last painting, so I'm looking for inspiration now. I spend the rest of the day drawing until it's time to head inside.

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I wake up and yawn. Time for another day of school. I am pretty excited though, since I've joined that advanced art class. I get ready and have a quick breakfast before heading out.

I walk into class. Mr. Albedo is at his desk, reading over something on his computer. 

"Good morning, Y/n." He says to me as soon as I walk in. I incline my head a bit, give a small nervous smile, then scurry over to my desk in the back. I've come in a bit early, there aren't many students in the class yet. 

Mr. Albedo sighs and then picks up some papers on his desk. "I need to bring some documents to the office, I'll be back."

As soon as he leaves, two girls start giggling in the front. 

"He's pretty hot, don't you think?" one of them whispers.

"Right? I wonder if he's married... I would actually cry!" The two of them burst into another fit of giggles.

I feel a strange pang in my chest from their words. Before I have a chance to process it, Mr. Albedo comes back in, and my first period passes by uneventfully. 

My next 4 periods and lunch also pass by pretty quickly. Many of my teachers aren't even beginning teaching yet, they're still only introducing what we'll be doing this year.

I feel my heart speed up as soon as the bell signaling the end of 5th period rings. Next is advanced art with Mr. Albedo. I pull up my phone to check the classroom I'm supposed to go to. I already have the number memorized, but I double check just in case. It's a bit far from here - all the way up on the third floor. It's apparently in a spare room that used to be for storage. I climb up the three flights of stairs leading up to the classroom, wishing the entire time that the classroom wasn't on the third level. I pause outside the classroom a bit to catch my breath before walking inside.

Albedo looks up. "Oh, good evening, Y/n. You're the first one here."

I look around, realizing he's right. "Oh, y-yeah." The room is pretty small, with a few desks an painting easels set around haphazardly. Different mediums are strewn around the room - paintbrush sets, pastels, drawing tablets, and more.

"So, Y/n, your medium is oil paints, right? 

"Oh, yes! I do use watercolor sometimes though."

Alright. So you have a set of your own, right? I can provide them, but they might be of the cheaper kind, since the budget for this class isn't very big."

"Oh, no, I have my own! I-I brought them with me today..."

He smiles, and is about to say something more when the door opens.