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

That was an Interesting Lunch...

I walk home after my walk in the park, feeling refreshed. I head inside, and hang up my coat.

"Hey, sweetie!" My moms calls.

"Mom, you're back! How was the bakery today?" I ask.

"Oh, wonderful. I met this kind young man today, I believe he said his name was Albedo..? He works at your school, maybe you know him!"

I flush a bright pink. "M-Mr. Albedo? Wait, what did you two talk about?" I stutter.

"Oh, so you do know him! We just talked about our jobs and he complimented my baking," she laughs.

"O-oh, yeah, he's my art teacher..." I mumble.

"Oh, really? That's wonderful! I should talk to him about you the next time he comes to the bakery!"

"Mom, no!!" I cry. "That's so embarrassing!"
She just laughs. "Oh, honey, you think everything is embarrassing. It would be fun! Maybe you can come over to the bakery during the weekend sometime, maybe you'll meet him there."

"Momm!" I cry again, but then i start thinking. Maybe I should go to the bakery on the weekend, maybe I might bump into him... strike up a conversation... but who am I kidding, I could never be bold enough to do that.

I glance at the window, to see that it's completely dark outside. "I'm going to sleep, mom. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, sweetie," my mom smiles at me.
I head upstairs, do my bedtime routine, and collapse into my bed with thoughts of Albedo in my head.

I get to school early, and slip into the digital art classroom.

"Good morning, Y/n," Mr. Albedo nods at me.

"G-good morning," I reply, my mind still on the fact that he met my mom at the bakery yesterday.

"How's school been treating you, Y/n?" He asks me, as he pushes up his glasses and smiles.

"O-oh! Great, I love how much more variety there is here..." I stutter.

"That's good." He smiles and returns back to his work. I turn around and head over to my desk, surprised that he even talked to me.
I pull out my sketchbook, and sketch a bit before class starts. My classes pass by uneventfully, and I walk up to the rooftop, thinking Noelle would probably be up there. I see her on the bench, and head over to her.

"Oh, hi, Y/n!" She smiles and pats the bench beside her. I sit down and smile gratefully.
I am about to take out my lunch when I hear someone clear their voice behind me.