Teacher!Shanks x Student!Reader x Ace. {One Piece AU}

Hot Date.

You spend most of your lunch going over your homework for last lesson, making sure it was all absolutely perfect. 

While Ace and Luffy playfully wrestled with each other, Usopp refereeing the fight between the brothers, Zoro napping at the table, Sanji getting himself a few slaps from women who had heard about his reputation. And when he wasn't being slapped, he was hitting on Nami; failing miserably. And then there was Nami and Vivi squealing over Ms. Nico's class pet. You hadn't even realized the little brown hamster at the back of the room named Chopper. 

No wonder why she got so mad about violence in her classroom.

"Don't you find it a bit ironic how people say Ms. Nico is pregnant and Mr. Shanks didn't even look twice at me earlier? What if they're a thing~"

And here was me thinking Nami was a smart girl.

And then there was last lesson, Maths with Mr. Franky. That lesson went by fast enough, after all it is usually just chatter for the students, rather than work. Though, you made sure to work your ass off this one day for your dates sake. And got praised superbly.

Once you leave your Math classroom, your stomach starts to feel weak and your legs feeling stiff as the anxiety sinks in. You begin to hesitantly make your way to your English teachers classroom, the hairs on your neck standing to attention as you think about potential scenarios that could occur.

What if he's in a meeting? What if he's talking to a student? Or worse yet, talking to another teacher?! Should I just wait outside for him to leave? Or go in casually? I don't know what to do!

"[F/n]!" A cheerful voice breaks you out of your dreadful thoughts, Ace appearing by your side with a big grin on his face. "Good luck with your date! And if you do the deed, remember to wear--"

"SHUT UP, ACE!" You yell out over his voice, giving him a harsh but playful punch in the arm, he's a tough guy, he can handle it. The freckled boy chuckles at your reaction, rubbing his arm gingerly. 

"That's for squirting my face with that stomach crap!" Ace declares, sticking his tongue out at you childishly. This boy is like an older version of Luffy sometimes, I swear. "See ya tomorrow! Let me know how it goes~" He hums before turning off to the left from you, making his way to the doors leading into the car park. 

The fears creeping back to attack your mind once again. Damn it, Ace. Come back. You stop outside Mr. Shanks' room, knocking on the door nervously, your hands felt clammy and your hair was dampening against your sweating neck.

Calm down, [f/n]. Just act as if he's any other teacher...

"Come in." Mr. Shanks muffled voice calls out from behind the door, an immediate blush spreading across your cheeks, your hand shakily reaching for the door handle. So much for acting as if he's just any other teacher...

Despite the minor heart attack going on in your chest, you enter the room, all the psychical strength you could muster fighting to take a few steps forward. 

"Ah, [f/n]!" The red-haired male grins up at you from his chair. He sure looks comfy, the man was reclined, his feet propped up on his desk, playing with a rubber band ball. So hot. He lazily drops the item in a drawer before standing to his feet, his hand coming up and tenderly brushing against your bruised cheek, his grin slowly turning into a pout. "That looks sore, [f/n]..."

"It looks worse than it feels, trust me~" You beam up at the man, your nerves instantly calming underneath his touch as your eyes peer into his. 

"That's good~ Then I won't have to send you home from your tutoring lesson." He murmurs with a smile, walking toward the door and signalling for you to follow him. His professional tone coming back as he treks through the corridors with you, a few students and teachers nearby. 

"You're ahead of everyone else with Romeo and Juliet. You're either a fast reader or you're skipping pages." Mr. Shanks speaks in a clear voice, his body straightened up and his hands tucked behind his back.

"I like to think I'm a good reader." You mumble, in attempts to sound like a snotty school kid, since he's playing his role, best you play yours, right?

Once the pair of you step outside, his body drops the professional act since no one is around and rushes over to the car park, pulling you along with him, stopping at a beautiful, black mustang. The sexy teacher pressing a button on his keys and unlocking it. No way. 

"Don't worry, [f/n]. The windows are tinted so people won't see you in here." Mr. Shanks grins as he opens the passenger door for you, your body acting on it's own and getting into the car quickly before anyone comes by, you begin to put on the belt as Shanks closes the door and makes his way around to the drivers side. The car smells like apples. Must be an air freshener. At this moment a few teachers come out of the doors, making their way to their cars. 

Oh my God. I hope these windows are as tinted as he says.

Once Shanks makes it into the the drivers seat, he too puts his belt on, beginning to reverse out of the spot, your eyes landing on a frowning Trafalgar Law, the tanned student leaning against the wall in the shade and his eyes were staring right at you. Shit, how long has he been there?!

And why is he staring at me? ARE THESE WINDOWS REALLY TINTED?! Or did he see you get in the car?! DOUBLE SHIT!

And why isn't Shanks driving? Does he know? 

Your eyes shoot over to the redhead, however he's actually just snickering, his eyes glued to his rear-view mirror. Taking a peak behind the seat, you notice Mr. Corzon just got hit by a pink car. The tall blonde rising up to his feet and rubbing his lower back, waving everyone off, claiming he was just fine as Law makes his way over and checks his legal guardian to make sure he's really not wounded. 

OH! Law must have been looking at him! Thank God.

The pink car begins to take off, a giggle leaving your lips as your eyes scan the number plate. Of course. 'D0FF1 M1NG0'

"Wow," Mr. Shanks chuckles as he begins to trail behind the pink car. "Did you see Rosinante go over the bonnet? Hahaa, that man is a ragdoll, I swear!" The red-haired laughs, honking at Mr. Donquixote's car.

WHAT IS HE DOING?!

"Come on, Doffy. Move your ass." the redhead smirks. A hand reaching out of Mr. Donquixote's driver window, all the fingers curling into a ball, minus the middle finger. PFFT!! "H-HE FLIPPED ME OFF!"

At this point you were in fits of giggles, your face buried into your hands. What a sight to see, teachers acting like teenagers.

Finally managing to overtake Mr. Donquixote on the main road, Mr. Shanks drives you back to his home. The car stopping outside a classy apartment complex.

"We're here~" The redhead hums, getting out of the car, you following his actions. How did he get this stuff? I thought teachers weren't paid that much! 

"I got a lot of snacks, but not much choice when it comes to soft drinks. I really only drink alcohol, heh. But, if it's a problem, we could get some soft drinks though?" The male beams, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and puling you close to his strong body.

"Hm, I'll make do with alcohol." You smile, your cheeks starting to heat up from the warmth his body offered and your legs just about melting into jelly where they stood.

"You're sticking to beer then so you won't get too drunk. You don't wanna be hungover tomorrow, do you?" He asks as he ushers you into the complex, taking you into the elevator and pressing floor 5.

"Does any other teachers live here?"

"Nope. No teachers. But Rosinante does, he's on the 9th floor though so don't worry about him."

Is he serious? IF MR. CORAZON LIVES HERE, THAT MEANS LAW DOES TOO!!