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The day was normal for Maverick, apart from the strange abnormal feelings of love that he was throwing at you whenever he got the chance. It wasn't really often but you talked on the phone a lot and my oh my did he love hearing your voice. Who knew that a wrong number call would turn into a long-distance flirt-fest? Who also knew that your long-distance relations weren't as long-distanced as you thought? He hears heels in his class, walking agonizingly slow to meet his eyes and without even saying a word your eyes lock and there is instantly a feeling of deja vu in the back of your throats. You open your mouth, announce your name in that sweet voice that he had come to love over the telephone. He was in love with his instructor at Top Gun and you loved your student, fuck wasn't the word for it.
"Hey guys, I'm Y/N your civilian Topgun instructor for the duration of your training and hopefully not your worst enemy by the end of it. This can be real easy and professional if you all just do as you're told."
