teacher's pet

once upon a story

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳

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"you look like you're giving mister mcallister major fuck me eyes."

karl startles back into the moment, zoning back in on the world around him with a few harsh blinks. the end of his pen is in his mouth, his teeth chewing gently on the base, and he realises belatedly that he is, indeed, staring at their english teacher.

he turns his attention to his best friend and offers the ravenette a sheepish smile.

"i zoned out," he excuses honestly, feeling his thoughts fade slowly back in. the room around them is loud and karl distantly realises that they were probably supposed to be doing some task before his brain decided to switch off.

he glances back over at their teacher. the older man is sitting at his desk, his focus homed in on a pupil's book that's open on the desk before him.

"excuses, excuses," sapnap mumbles playfully, jabbing his finger into karl's side and causing the brunette to cringe inward in reaction. karl looks over at his friend to find the ravenette also looking at their english teacher. "i mean, i would."

karl gapes in surprise at the undisguised sexual comment, overreacting with a jaw-dropped expression. "i'm telling dream."

sapnap shrugs, "he'd know i'm joking."

sapnap also knows that karl wouldn't actually tell his brother because, unlike some people, karl is unwaveringly loyal.

"he is hot, though," karl comments off-handedly, letting his gaze drop back to the older man.

mister mcallister isn't particularly anything special in the grand scheme of things, considering he isn't exactly chris hemsworth or robert downey jr., but he is objectively attractive for a man of his age and it's always been a 'thing' for the students (namely the girls) to crush over him.

karl has heard the words "daddy mcal" muttered far too many times. though, he can't bring it in himself to argue.

the older man has salt and pepper hair, the odd grey mixing nicely at the edges of his dark locks. though, he is quite young in the face, so the grey hair seems more fashionable than a sign of old age. not to mention his body is evidently fit, even through the suits he wears every day, and he is a very well-groomed gentleman.

he seems to put a lot of effort into his daily appearance, and karl can only assume that he not just knows of the student body's opinion of him, but also that he enjoys the attention.

but then, who wouldn't like to know that a whole concord of prime-aged individuals think you're attractive? especially when you're significantly older and therefore most likely usually overlooked.

"facts," sapnap mutters in response, leaning back in his chair. "i bet he's kinky for his age, too."

"for his age?" karl repeats in mild surprise, not sure if he should look at sapnap for respectful conversation etiquette or if he should keep admiring the older man. sapnap has a point- with his dark suits and styled hair, mister mcallister always looks like he's fucking in sin. "he isn't that old."