Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Mr. Schrute ; Teacher AU

*TW mentions Age-gap, Student Teacher Relations, Neglect, Emotional Abuse*

I would like to preface this by saying that JIM IS AN 18 YEAR OLD SENIOR!! With that legality out of the way, here we go:

In the back of the noisy science class, Jim sits quietly at his desk, surrounded by the chatter of his fellow students. The teacher hasn't arrived yet, leaving the classroom in a state of rowdiness.

Around Jim, the students engage in animated discussions, their voices filling the air. A girl with long, flowing hair turns to her friend and says, "Did you see that movie last night? It was so amazing!"'

Her friend responds with enthusiasm, "Yes! I can't believe the twist at the end."

A group of boys nearby are engaged in a boisterous debate about the upcoming football game. One of them says, "We're going to crush them, no doubt about it."

Another boy adds, "And I heard Coach is bringing in a new player. He's going to change the game."

While the students converse and laugh, Jim sits alone at his desk, his slender frame barely making an impression. He's bent over his notebook, engrossed in his doodles.

Jim, who's always been shy and nervous, feels even more out of place in this environment. He hasn't had friends since elementary school, and everyone in the town seems to have their established friend groups. He keeps to himself, trying to blend into the background as he draws in his notebook.

As he concentrates on his drawings, a sudden impact catches him off guard. A wadded-up piece of paper hits Jim, causing him to look up nervously. His gaze lands on a group of football players snickering and preparing more projectiles.

One of the students, a jock, yells, "Hey, freak, catch!" He tosses another crumpled paper in Jim's direction.

Jim sighs, his nerves getting the best of him as he mutters a quiet "Leave me alone" under his breath. The students don't seem to hear, or perhaps they don't care, as they continue to taunt him with their attempts to disrupt his solitude. Jim remains silent, hoping they'll lose interest and the teacher will arrive soon.

One of the players grins and tosses another paper ball, saying, "Hey, Halpert, catch this one!"

Just as the paper ball hits Jim's head once more, the classroom door swings open, and the students begin to quiet down. Jim's heart quickens at the sight of their science teacher, Mr. Schrute, entering the room. In that moment, all the noise and turmoil seem to disappear, and Jim's attention is drawn to the man who has unknowingly captured his heart.

Mr. Schrute is a striking figure, though not in the conventional sense. He's middle-aged, and the years have added a certain rugged charm to his appearance. His once-lean frame has matured with a gentle thickness, embracing the passage of time. His love handles subtly curve beneath his mustard colored shirt, and a tiny double chin peeks out, accentuating his distinctive features. His glasses perched on his nose hint at wisdom, and there's a subtle tummy below his muscular chest that only adds to his unique allure.

The students in the class, including Jim, listen attentively as Mr. Schrute sets his briefcase down on his desk. He addresses the commotion in the room, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of wry humor. "David, that's enough with the paper balls please," he admonishes.

The class falls silent, and the disruptive students cease their taunts. Jim's gaze remains fixed on Mr. Schrute as the teacher begins to guide the class, revisiting the topic they were learning about in the previous lesson.

"Today, we'll be continuing our exploration of the chemical reactions we discussed last time. Can anyone remind me of the three main types of chemical reactions?" A girl in the front row, eager to participate, raises her hand, and Mr. Schrute nods in her direction.