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27. t. k - the teacher (AU!LIME!×FEM!)(PART 3)

TEACHER!xSTUDENT!AU!

(I realised I accidentally put part 2 twice lmao kill me)

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'Jeez,' I thought, fanning myself. I was sprawled across the couch in my living room, wearing nothing but loose shorts and an oversized T-shirt, my hair tied loosely in a messy bun. Surrounded by my three (No. 1)fans, with all the windows open I was still melting with a high temperature due to my lack of sleep. However, I was also starving because of the lack of food in my house.

Hinata and Kageyama had taken the liberty of emptying my house of all things edible. Even the backup snacks. But at least they helped me clean up the house, which was previously a mess. It was evening, and as Mr. Tsukishima had suggested, I stayed at home for the whole day. I had stayed in bed until about 3:00pm, and was falling in and out of sleep after every five minutes.

You can guess who was at fault for that. The reason for my lack of sleep, the flawless reincarnation of Satan himself, Mr. Tsukishima. There wasn't a minute that went past and I didn't end up thinking of him. Even at that moment, in the darkening room. The sky was turning into a breathtaking canvas of pink, turquoise and yellow, illuminating the room in a beautiful glow.

I had texted Hinata and Kageyama to remind them I wouldn't be at school for the day, and they wished me well, and to get well soon. They promised to visit me the day after, not wanting to catch my 'female bug'. As I was scrolling through my phone, looking oh-so-undignified, the doorbell rang. I subconsciously went to answer it, my stomach grumbling all the way, and I opened the door.

Standing there was the man I had been avoiding since the start of school, Mr. Tsukishima. I had totally forgot he was coming today! 'Shit, bitch, fuck, shit, ass, damn!' I thought to myself. He looked sinfully dashing as always, wearing his trademark black slacks and shoes, also wearing a white shirt that had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

His collar was buttoned up dangerously low, and hanging loosely from that was his tie. He noticed me staring and smirked, barely concealed. "F/N." He greeted me, as he looked me up and down. My eyes widened as I realised I was staring, and I coughed involuntarily. "M-Mr. Tsukishima." I moved to let him in, and he walked in, taking in my house.

"My home is a bit of a mess, sorry about that-" "It's lovely." He said smiling, turning to me. His face was ethereal, as the last rays of sunlight caught his face. I smiled lightly, and led him to the living room. He looked around at the fans and windows, then back at me suspicion written on his face.

"You're sick." I shook my head, not wanting to burden a teacher with my health. "No, Sir, I just felt a little hot that's all." He glared at me with venom in his eyes, the same look he would give me in class. The very same look that would send shivers down my spine. He was in front of me in a matter of seconds, towering over me intimidatingly.

'Damn him and his long legs.' I thought to myself. "First of all, we are off the school premises, so I would prefer it if you would address me as Kei, F/N." I looked at him, a little shocked at his bold statement. I was never one to blatantly break rules, so calling a teacher their first name to their face would prove an immense problem.

He looked at me and cocked his head to the side slightly, looking a bit aggravated. "Well?" He enquired, and eyebrow raised. "W-what?" I said, afraid that I had done something wrong already. It wasn't everyday the teacher you had been lusting over visits your home. "Say it." He said lowly, coming impossible closer to me. "K-Kei."

He quietly took a sharp intake of breath and studied me. "Second of all, never lie to me." I nodded, not wanting to anger him. "Do you know what happens to liars?" I shook my head, gulping. "They get punished." He said, almost whispering. As if realising how close we were, he briskly took a step back, and his expression changed to his usual light, unreadable face.

"Let's go over your work, then." He set the work out on the table, and I brought a jug of water with ice, and two glasses. There was a huge pile of work on the table by the time I had come back and I groaned quietly. He heard it and smiled. "It's not that bad, F/N, trust me." I looked at him with a dead stare to which he chuckled lightly.

"Your other teachers asked me to go through their work with you. I hope you don't mind me staying longer than intended." I shook my head and smiled politely. "Not at all." He started going through the work and I understood most of it, until my stomach started grumbling. I felt my face heat up and I downed my glass of water.

I was reaching to pour myself another one until he grabbed my wrist and turned me to face him. "Have you eaten today?" I opened my mouth to respond to him, only to get interrupted by him. "And do not lie to me, F/N, because I will know." I shut my mouth, hanging my head in shame. I shook my head and he sighed. "Hey,"

He took me by the shoulders and I looked at him. "Let's go get some food." He smiled lightly. "A-are you sure, Mr. T-" He fixed me with a pointed stare. "...Kei?" He sighed and shook his head, before looking at me. "You can't study whilst hungry, on top that ill, F/N." I pursed my lips and sighed in defeat. "Okay. I'll just go and get changed quickly."

He nodded and reached into his bag for something, so I ran to my room. I decided on a little black dress that stopped just above my knees, I mean, you can't really go wrong with it can you? I also fixed my hair, and threw on some matching shoes. I grabbed my phone and raced down the stairs. Mr. Tsukishima was stood near the couch, scribbling away in a small, leather-bound notebook.

He looked up when I entered the room and snapped the book shut, raising my interests. He smiled, but then faltered as he laid eyes on my outfit. "That's supposed to be a dress?" He said, raising his eyebrows. I frowned slightly. "W-what's wrong with it?" "It looks terrible, that's what. You look like a prostitute that I picked up from the corner of a bar."

He exclaimed, crossing his arms, making them flex distractingly. Anger flared inside of me, making me speak before I knew what was happening. "You do that often, do you?" His eyebrows raised impossibly further. He fixed me with yet another glare, but this one was full of surprise and amusement, admiration even.

He smirked, walked over to me, dangerously taking his time, and I walked back with every step forward he took until my back hit the wall. He placed both of his hands on the wall next to my head, trapping me in place.

"I suggest you go and change that slutty outfit of yours, Miss F/N, or I will rip it off of you and give you a different type of lesson you will not forget."

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