MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Mr. Way | G.W. | (2/2)

(A/n)

Ayy, here's the part two; requested by im_nxt_xkay
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Mr. Way acted slightly different from the usual towards me after the moment we shared in his empty room. A small smirk lingered over his face the whole time when we were alone after class, even thought the subjects we talked about went nowhere near the past events or the feelings I have for him. I'm pretty sure he found entertainment in the mesmerized way I eyed him - I'm fully aware of how I was at the time, without any clear thought and feeling kind of numb, intoxicated by my own feelings; all of that made my turns in talking be resumed solely in short answers and hums while he used that calm tone with me during the whole time.

More than ever, Mr. Way filled my mind in a way just the simple thought of him would make me flustered.

Excitement, along with anxiety, was already filling my chest when I woke up this morning, getting me electric and noticeably talkative - that earned me a question from (f/n) if I was okay and Mr. Toro telling me to be quiet during the class. Not like stopping to talk would make me focus on what he said because all that has my attention currently is Mr. Way. Even if I want to focus on the classes or whatever I need to do, I always find myself watching the open door in a hope of seeing the Art teacher walking by. It didn't happen, leaving me frustrated after almost freaking out every single time someone did it. Still, my prayers seemed to be listened to once, when walking to Geography class, I met Mr. Way walking across the halls - it was merely an exchanging of hellos, but enough to make butterflies fly around in my stomach.

Unfortunately, I couldn't skip Mr. Iero's class this time. It's not much of a problem, however, since seeing Mr. Way earlier helped me to cool down the spirits, enough for me to keep my mouth shut for longer and spent ten minutes straight before remembering about him. Even so, I remained anxious sufficiently to be the first one to leave the room as soon as the bell rang.

"Good morning, (l/n)!" Mr. Way greeted me with that sweet smile of his. He probably has an idea of what that does to me - his eyes change in certain pride when watching how I smile stupidly at him while nodding in response before heading to my seat.

It's difficult concentrating in class. It's pretty difficult concentrating. Yesterday's events just made me fall even harder for him in a way I can't take my eyes off Mr. Way and butterflies start flying around inside my stomach every time our eyes meet, causing me to blush intensely then look away for some seconds, just to look at him once again. He's like a drug and I'm more than addicted to him.

After around half an hour of explaining, he gives us some work to do. I swear, I do try to concentrate on it, but staring at him seems so much better and I just...

"(L/n)? Are you okay?" Mr. Way asks in a kind of worried tone, standing in his place next to his desk with his arms crossed - he's usually there while watching the students doing their work if he's not helping anyone. "You seem kinda distracted today. Didn't make any participation." He presses his lips together, raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner. Maybe I'm starting to get paranoid because of what happened yesterday, but I swear this innocent look of his is fake.

His observation attracts some stares to me, causing some discomfort. I shift on my place, not answering at first to think about a good excuse. "I-I'm not really okay today... I guess it's my anxiety, I'm not able to focus well..." His intense gaze makes me blush; I swallow audibly, internally hoping he'll let go of the subject quickly.