You met Mr. Turner, your professor, on the train, and boundaries between you were never the same. What began as a chance encounter quickly spiralled into something much more complex.
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As you stepped off the train together, onto the bustling platform, your mind replayed the whirlwind encounter that just happened. Despite the still lingering euphoria, a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach at the thought of facing the aftermath.
You hurried through the crowd of commuters, and you could tell he was trying to make himself unseen. Maybe he was from here too, and didn't want to risk being seen with you, and although you could understand, that didn't stop it from hurting you a bit.
You followed behind him until he spotted the pharmacy inside the station. You stopped by the entrance and for a moment his expression softened as he caught sight of you, and, without a word, he fell into step beside you, his presence offering both comfort and uncertainty.
"I thought maybe we could go in together," he said, his voice tentative. "To get what you need...or I can just go in, if you'd like."
Your cheeks flushed at the implication, but you nodded gratefully, relieved that he was willing to help navigate this awkward situation.
He went inside, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor, feeling the weight of judgemental stares as he discreetly made the purchase. Once outside, he offered a reassuring smile, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours, the gesture washing away some of your apprehension.
"So...where to? Why are you here, anyway?" he giggled at his thoughts, he didn't even know what brought you on that train in the first place.
"I'm visiting my parents, they moved back home when I moved out for uni." you said as he slowly led you out of the station.
"Home? Didn't know you're from 'round here." he said, curiosity peaking through.
"Yeah, uhm, we moved when I was quite young so, yeah, you?"
"Me? Oh- I-, I'm actually here for the same reason, family 'n stuff..."
You didn't want to intrude into his privacy, didn't think it would be your place, regardless of what went on, you were still reserved.
"So you're heading home now?" he asked as the silence started to settle between you.
"Yeah, I am."
"Do you wanna maybe stop by my place to change or summat, before you..." he trailed off, suddenly realising how forward his suggestion might seem.
Your heart fluttered at the thought of spending more time with him, but you couldn't help but hesitate.
"I don't want to impose..." you began, but he quickly cut you off.
"It's no imposition, really. I insist. Plus, it's close to the train station anyway." he said, flashing you a reassuring smile.
With a grateful nod, you accepted his offer, your nerves tingling with excitement and uncertainty. The walk to his place was filled with awkward banter, but mostly silence, both of you skirting around the events of earlier.
