He's not my boytoy/ Radioapple AU professor Alastor x student Lucifer

Chapter 6- Jealous boy

Hmmm... Yeah, I might have overdone it with my break 💀 I was, uh, slightly focused on my physical glow-up, sorry 😔

The next morning, Lucifer woke up very early.
"What time is it...?"
He turned his head slightly to glance at the clock on the bedside table.
"5... 5 O'CLOCK?!" His eyes widened for a moment.

The pain in his abdomen brought him back to his senses.
"I still hurt, even after healing myself..." The only thing he hoped for was that Mr. Hartfelt wouldn't ask him any questions about his father.

The blond tried to fall back asleep, but the pain made it impossible.
He got up and went to the infirmary bathroom to wash his face.
As he splashed water on his hands, he noticed drops of blood in the sink.
"Huh, that's strange."

He looked into the trash and saw several blood-soaked tissues.
"Did someone get hurt?"

He quickly turned around when he heard a noise behind the door.
He controlled his breathing so the intruder wouldn't hear him.
Lucifer crept slowly toward the door and suddenly flung it open, knocking the stranger to the ground.

His face fell when he saw who it was.
"Mr. Hartfelt?!"
He quickly helped his teacher up.
"I'm so sorry! I thought some stranger had snuck in!"

Alastor chuckled.
"Come now, there's no need to worry! I've endured far worse hits," he said with a pat on his head. "What are you doing awake at this hour? You should be resting to heal."

The blond replied,
"I couldn't sleep, so I came to wash my face."
His gaze lingered on his teacher's shirt when he noticed a bloodstain and pointed at it.
"Is that... blood?"

Crap. The last thing Alastor wanted was for him to find out he had just beaten his father half to death—if the man was even still alive.
Thinking quickly, he lied.
"It must be your blood from when I treated you."
With one swift motion, he wiped the stain clean.

Lucifer smiled.
"Probably! Thanks again for patching me up, Mr. Hartfelt—"

The man cut him off.
"Call me Alastor, please. We're practically the same age, after all. I feel old when you call me that."
He smiled warmly.

"Sorry, and thank you, Alastor!"
Lucifer's smile warmed the professor's cold heart for a brief moment.
"Well, I should probably head back to the dorms, or my friends will worry."

The brunet nodded and let the young man leave.
He sighed as he collapsed onto the bed.
"That was a close one..."

Lucifer tried to make as little noise as possible as he opened the dorm door.
The night had long since fallen, and his steps were heavy from the pain of his still-aching wounds.
When he entered, the lights were off. He sighed in relief, glad no one was awake at this hour.

Suddenly, the lights flipped on, and Angel, Niffty, Charlie, Vaggie, and Lilith stood before him.
Startled, he screamed,
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The blond fell backward onto the floor.

His little sister threw herself on him, crying.
"Where were you?! We were so scared for you—I thought Dad had finally killed you for good!"
Her tears wouldn't stop and echoed throughout the room.

Lilith followed Charlie.
"You're covered in bruises..." Her face reflected horror, and her shining blue eyes brimmed with tears.
"We should never have let you go," her soft expression betraying the pain she felt.

Lucifer finally spoke.
"It's fine. Luckily, someone found me and treated me." He smiled weakly.
"Sorry for worrying you."

Niffty, whose eyes were also full of tears, asked,
"Who saved you?"

All eyes were on him.

"Mr. Hartfelt," he admitted.

Vaggie's eyes widened.
"THE FRENCH TEACHER?!"

The small blonde tilted her head.
"How did you explain the situation to him?!"

Lucifer replied,
"I just told him the truth."
He gave a genuine smile.
"He was strangely kind to me."

Angel exclaimed,
"WHAT DID I SAY, HUH?!"

Lilith turned her gaze away, frowning.
That teacher would soon be dead.

The next morning, the group went through their classes quietly and then headed to the cafeteria for the first time.
Everyone was staring at them, whispering.
They were used to being watched, talked about, complimented, or even rumored about by now.

As usual, Angel Dust was gossiping about the latest news.
"Remember when I said someone was going to confess to Mr. Hartfelt?"
The group nodded.
"Well, it turns out nearly ten students are planning to do it!" He laughed.

Vaggie raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously? That teacher isn't even that handsome."
She rolled her eyes.

The tall man retorted,
"Shut up, Vagina."

"HEY, THAT'S NOT MY NAME!"
She got angry at the absurd nickname. Seriously—Vagina?!

Charlie stepped in, laughing nervously.
"Hey, calm down. Let's go eat—food brings wisdom!"
She had gotten the saying wrong, but whatever...

They sat down at a table for six.

Niffty spoke up.
"Look at all those people waiting at the teachers' table!"
They all looked in the direction she pointed and saw a dozen students.

Lucifer felt a strange sensation in his stomach. His temperature was rising, and he felt like he might explode at any moment.
The only thought crossing his mind was to kill every student holding flowers in their hands.
He quickly shook his head to banish the strange thoughts from his mind.

His girlfriend noticed his behavior and intervened.
"Are you okay, honey?" Her eyes were full of concern.

He responded with a forced smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
He placed a kiss on her hand.
"Don't worry."

She wasn't convinced but decided not to press further.

Suddenly, several voices began to rise as Alastor appeared.
The students knelt before him, each holding a bouquet of flowers.

Angel whistled.
"He's got both the ladies and the guys swooning. Man, he's hot~"
He made obscene gestures with his hands.

Vaggie slammed her hand on the table.
"ANGEL! DON'T DO THAT WHILE WE'RE EATING, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
Her furrowed brows reflected her anger.

Her girlfriend placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Calm down, sweetie. Don't get mad over something so small."
The blonde kissed Vaggie softly, instantly soothing her.

Lilith smiled at the couple but was quickly snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Lucifer staring at the French teacher.

Mr. Hartfelt accepted each bouquet of flowers with his iconic, charming smile that never wavered.
"Thank you all!"

Niffty whispered so only the group could hear.
"How does he manage to reject them all while still making them smile?"
They watched each student walk away to eat, grinning from ear to ear.

Angel Dust answered,
"Maybe he promised them a night of sex?"
He grinned playfully.

Vaggie shot him a death glare.

Charlie exclaimed,
"Isn't that Vox over there with Mr. Hartfelt?!"
Lucifer's head turned faster than it ever had in his life.

His expression darkened as he saw his rival handing flowers to Alastor, a wide smile on his face.
Now, he knew exactly what he had been feeling earlier.
Jealousy.

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