Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

TEACHER'S PET [F]

IT WAS MY first day of college. I was newly a Sophmore, taking a course in literature. I walked through the halls of campus, to the classroom as I arrived right on time.

I walked behind my classmates, going into the class. I walked up the stairs and brought myself to an empty chair. I was in the middle, not too close and not too far.

I exhaled as I dropped my bag to the ground, taking my laptop and notebook out. I knew since it was the first day of classes, we'd mostly just be learning the syllabus and what to expect.

"All right, hellooo," I heard the professor's voice.

I take out a pencil before closing my bag and looking up. I froze as we made eye contact.

He stopped talking for a couple seconds as we looked at each other. He cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and resumed.

I huffed, raising my eyebrows as I moved my chair in.

He was seriously hot. He was muscular, tall, well-spoken—

And probably a decade older than me.

I sat up straighter as I directed my full attention to him, giving him a small smile almost every time he would look up at me. He would return the smile a few times throughout the class.

As the class ended, he dismissed all of us. I looked down at my notebook, looking over the stupid questions I wrote on the paper so I could have an excuse to talk to him.

I took a deep breath and packed my laptop before zipping up my bag. I walked down towards his desk, biting my lip as I tapped my fingers on the notebook in nervousness.

"Mr. O'Hara?" I called softly, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

He looked up from whatever he was doing. He raised his eyebrows and stood upright immediately, giving me a polite smile.

"Yes?" He took a breath, looking down at me.

"Uhm," I scratched the nape of my neck, "I have some questions, if you have time for them."

"Yes, yes, I do," he nodded, tapping the pen in his hand on his other hand, "What are they?"

"I wrote them down," I exhaled, trying my best not to stutter, "My first one was just asking how many projects we'd have this semester. You— you didn't say."

He put his pen down and nodded. "Yeah, I think, maybe, two. I won't be giving out too much. As long as you pay attention, you'll be fine."

I nodded in understanding. I looked back down at the notebook and realized how stupid the rest of the questions are.

I look up at him and smile, closing the notebook, "Uh, what about your office hours? If I had a question, would I come here first or to your office?"

He chuckled, "More questions than you have on there?" He pointed to the notebook.

I chuckled with him. "They're stupid questions. Ones I answered in my head just reading over them."

"Right," he slightly narrowed his eyes at me, a small smirk growing on his face, "Well, here, how about this..."

He took a sticky note from his desk and wrote stuff on it. He handed it to me.

"Here's my personal email and the office hours," he says, "If you have any questions, that's the way to reach me."

"Oh," I nodded, looking at the writing before I chuckled, "I mean, I'd just give you my phone number to ask you even faster, then."

My eyes widened as I looked back up at him, stopping the small laughter that left my mouth. I chuckled awkwardly.

"—Which was highly inappropriate of me to say," I cleared my throat, "Thank you, Professor O'Hara. I'll definitely use this. Sorry for wasting your time— uh, I'll see you next week."

I begin to back away, but he stopped me.

"Hey, hey," he waved his hands, "No, it's fine. Honest mistake. I would take it, but it's pretty frowned upon here."

I nodded once again, "Right, yeah, of course."

I then did something bold. I ripped a page from my notebook and wrote my number, handing him the paper.

"It's there if you decide it's okay," I shrug, pressing my lips together, "I'll use the email, though, if you're uncomfortable with texting me."

He nodded, holding the paper to his chest. "Gotcha."

I smiled up at him. "Uhm, okay, then, I should probably go. My next class starts in fifteen."

"Right," he nodded, leaning back towards his desk, "I'll see you next week...?"

"Y/N," I filled in the blank for him, taking a small step backwards as I smiled at him, "My name's Y/N."

"I'll see you next week, Y/N."

I chuckled before turning around, walking up the stares. I stole a few glances as I looked back, catching his eyes every time.

I then finally left, taking a breath as I turned around the corner. I leaned against the wall, holding the sticky note up to my chest.

I know it's a bad idea having a crush on your teacher, but I just can't help myself.

And I don't think he can either.