Art Teacher x Reader (LEMON)

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*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Your phone screams at you, vibrating uncontrollably. Looking at your phone, the time is 7:00 am, swiping the screen to stop the alarm, you sit up and yawn. A sudden rush of excitement pours through your veins,

"Today's the day.." You think out loud to yourself.

You slip into a warm shower, just before putting your cutest outfit on. A white long sleeve, along with a short pink skirt and small pink kitten heels. Tying half of your (H/L) (H/C) hair into a ponytail with a white scrunchie, you're look is complete. Slinging your bag onto your shoulder, you head out the door. Once arriving at the campus, you see a coffee cart, walking towards it, you decide to get a small slice of cake and a sweet cup of hot chocolate. Looking down at your phone, it's already 8:30, which class starts at 8:45. Walking to the A side of the campus, you start your first class of the day, Calculus.

*TIME SKIP TO LAST CLASS OF THE DAY*

After a long wait, it was finally time to step into the class you've been waiting for, art. You have to take a long stroll to the B side of the campus, filled with performing arts, activities and of course art itself.

"Okay... B106...B106- oh here it is!" You say quietly to yourself.

Looking at the door of the art room, you take a deep breath, having that same excitement come back to your body. Opening the door, you see some students sitting already. The room looked colorful and glorious, with nature or silhouettes of men or women. You take a seat next to your teacher's desk, you've always loved the idea of being in the front and near the teacher, it's just easier for you. You sit down and gather everything you think you'd need to start off with and put it onto your desk. Waiting for what seems likes forever, the door knob turns and you hear the crisp, deep voice of the man that is your teacher.

"Hello students, I'm Mr (T/L/N). I'm going to be your art teacher for the semester, hopefully you find your comfort here."

You're heart skips a beat, your breath began to become fast paced, where you swooning over your teacher already? He said two sentences, come on (Y/N). He's tall, extremely tall, his tan skin glistening in the sunlight pooling into the room, his brown eyes dark like the night sky, and his medium length curly black hair, it was a beauty to see him just standing there, smirking at his own little jokes, finding the comfort of his students. It was at that specific moment, I had fallen for my art teacher.