Motionless In White One-Shots

I'm Sorry, Sir (Chris)

Can we all appreciate how fucking beautiful he looks in this picture?

(Warning: Smut)

It was difficult to pay attention on days like these.
Mr Cerulli, my Health teacher was going through the curriculum and explaining what we were going to be learning for the next few weeks. I usually didn't spend too much time in health, but since our old health teacher retired I had become more interested in the subject. Or more accurately, the new teacher. I almost always sat at the back of the room in the far corner so that he couldn't see me, but I still had a clear view of him and oh boy, was he a sight to behold. Raven black hair that he sometimes tied back into a messy bun, two thick silver rings on his bottom lip with a large stud between them, his sleeves always slightly too long so people wouldn't notice the ink that decorated his pale skin, sometimes when he took off his jacket, you could see his tattoos through the thin white dress shirt he always paired his ties with. It was enough to make me go mad. I, however, had no chance. I was tiny compared to him, I barely spoke a word and when I did, it just came out as incoherent stutters. '(Y/n), the bell has gone.' My head shot up when I realised Mr Cerulli was towering over my desk, his hands on his hips and an impatient look on his face. My eyes nervously wandered down to his belt, since I happened to notice his shirt had ridden up slightly, letting me see only a tiny bit of skin.
'U-Uh...s-sorry, I...um...sorry, sir...' I muttered. He let out a soft sigh before leaning forward, resting his elbows on my desk and kneeling down in front of it.
'What's wrong, (Y/n)? You used to never show up to this class and then suddenly you never miss a single lesson. It's slightly suspicious.'
'I-I just...t-the old...um...teacher...he scared me, is all...I-I'm just adjusting...'
'How did he scare you?'
'H-He was loud...a-and so I skipped most of my classes, and now that I'm a-actually attending, I don't understand any of it.' I felt even more nervous by that point. I placed my hands on my lap and kept my head down, hoping to make it obvious that I really did struggle in class.
'I understand. I'll try my best to keep things simple, and I can let you stay back after school to catch up if that's what you need.'
'Thank you...I-I'm sorry for causing trouble...'
'You're not causing trouble, sweetheart. If you need time, that's fine. I'm going to go have lunch, but feel free to stay here and relax if you want to.' With that, he got up and left the room, locking it behind him so other students couldn't intrude.
'...he called me sweetheart...'