~Male crush x male reader~

Against Me (angst + lemon)

⚠️ There is arguing throughout the beginning and middle of this story. The arguments make up most of the story, so if reading arguments triggers you, then I wouldn't recommend you read this. ⚠️

psychokillerleyu request

Y/N POV:

"You 'don't understand' anything, Y/N! Why don't you just say the answers?!"

I roll my eyes and lean back in my chair, crossing my arms with a huff.

C/N's, my math professor's, face darkens with anger and he strides over, slamming his hand down on my desk and making me jump.

"Do not test my patience, Y/N. You think this is a joke? This is your future!"

I look up at him challengingly.

"How can I give you the answers if I don't know what they are?"

He leans down, his face inches from mine, eyes ablaze with intensity.

"Listen carefully, Y/N, because I will not repeat myself. Your 'lack of understanding' is unacceptable. I've poured my knowledge into this lesson, and you dare to sit there with that attitude?"

I look up at C/N in disbelief with a heavy sigh.

"Yeah. You keep insisting that I'm just not trying, rather than accepting the fact that I don't understand math."

His jaw clenches, and he straightens up, pacing back and forth in front of my desk. He turns to me, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Very well. After class, you will come to my office. We will not leave until you grasp today's lesson."

I suppress another snarky remark before simply nodding, using every bit of my mental strength to keep myself somewhat composed.

C/N returns to the front of the class, his posture rigid as he begins teaching once again.

~*time skip*~

The bell finally rings, signaling the end of the class.

"Class dismissed."

I watch silently as everyone else files out of the classroom, while I still remain in my seat. C/N waits for the last student to exit before walking over to me. He gestures for me to follow him, so I do.

We both walk in silence to his office. Upon entering, he shuts the door firmly behind both of us.

"Sit."

C/N points to a chair in front of his desk after barking the order. I bite back the urge to talk back in response before complying begrudgingly, sitting down in the chair. He sits down behind his desk and takes a deep breath, seemingly in an attempt to compose himself. He pulls out my workbook and a fresh notebook, placing them in front of me.

"Look at me."

C/N's expression has softened somewhat, but there's still a noticable undercurrent of frustration. I suppress an eyeroll and, instead, nod, looking up at him without a word. He maintains eye contact with me for a moment before speaking.

"Today, we're going to work through the problems together. I want you to ask questions if you don't understand something. No attitude, no smart remarks – just genuine effort. Understood?"

I take a breath before nodding slowly, licking my lips and trying to keep myself from making a comment.

"Good."

C/N pushes the workbook and notebook toward me.

"Let's start with number one."

~*time skip*~