Principal Barkin x Y/N

chapter 1: meeting HIM

You set down the last of the moving boxes with a sigh. All this labor is tough on your back. Which makes you sound a bit old, but you're really not. At 23 years old, everybody says you're still in your prime. You certainly don't feel like you're in your prime. Maybe that's why you moved to Yawnee Valley, ranked the most boring place in America: to get away from everybody's expectations. There's nothing expected of you here. It's serene. Peaceful.

"Did I forget anything?" you mutter to yourself, looking around your small apartment. It would be a nasty shock to find out you'd left your lesson plans in New York City. Everything looked fine. After you took a nap on the floor (you hadn't purchased furniture yet), you decided there was no use wasting time. It was time to go check out the school.

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Yawnee Valley Academy of Science and Letters, like the rest of Yawnee Valley, is quaint. You close the school doors behind you, welcoming the respite from the everpresent scent of cows. You make your way down the hallway, glancing at the walls. Posters. Crafts. A bunch of Student of the Month awards made out to the same kid. Neil Sprinkles or something. You aren't really paying attention; you're too nervous. This is your first teaching job. What if you mess up? What if you get fired? 

You're so lost in thought you don't even notice the man walking towards you until it's too late. Suddenly, you bump into a large, hard wall. You hit the ground.

"Ouch..." you mutter. "Who put that wall there...?"

"Wall?" a jovial voice says. You look up.

Principal Barry Barkin, six foot seven, hands large enough to choke an elephant. He looms over you, casting a shadow that's dark as night. Just like his eyes. You feel like you could drown in those eyes. He puts out his hand and you take it delicately, letting him pull you up with ease.

"Are you okay, Mx. L/N?" he says.

"Just call me Y/N," you say.

"Hmmm... Y/N." The way he says your name, like an intimate caress, sends shivers down your spine. "That's a nice name."

"Thanks." 

You have the feeling this is going to be a long year...