All the Years Between us (Yandere! teacher Oikawa x Student! Reader)

1. Personal tutor

Y/N was thinking about the new substitute teacher Oikawa once again. His warm brown eyes, his goofy smile and his aftershave that lingered in the air when he passed by. He was simply breathtaking. It went as far it even annoyed her. She would never admit to her fantasies about the teacher. She didn't desire to be grouped with his  so called 'fangirls' after all they were being so obsessive it became a running joke around the school.

And they, damn well, deserved it. They went to lengths that should never be reached.

How could they bring themselves to ask the man questions about his personal life?

After all, he was just an average man when it came down to it, the only thing he seemed to have going for him was his looks. All she really wanted was to smack that goofy smile of his lips.

God, people like that annoys me soooo much. Thinking they own the world solely because of their looks. Ugh..

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It's an average monday morning, the first lesson is math, the worst and dullest subject. It didn't help the math teacher has a grudge against you, always seeking the most difficult answers from you, even though she already knew that you didn't have the answers.It went as far to make you regularly skip the math lessons, instead of attending, you could always be found in the library reading books and occasionally listening to music. The liberian didn't seem to mind, you always just slipped in and out without making a hazard.

Today, you were in the middle of reading a very capturing novel. You had been aching to read it for months. Suddenly, you were ripped out of your enjoyment, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and was met by a set of warm brown eyes

It was Mr. Oikawa

''Y/N? I knew that I would find you here'' he said.

''Why were you even looking for me in the first place?'' you asked him rather confused and slightly annoyed by him disturbing your peace.

''The principle, your math teacher and I have decided to cut you out of your current math class. Instead, you will be tutored by me, every other day after club activities'' he told you with his usual goofy smile spreading across his face.

You rolled your eyes, closed the book and stretched your arms while yawning.

God, why do I have to be stuck with Mr. pretty boy? Well, at least, I won't have to deal with that old nag of a math teacher. He doesn't seem too harsh so it should be pretty relaxed.

''When do we start?''

''Today. We will meet here, don't be late, y/n'' he said and turned his back and walked away leaving you alone once again.

Well, now my mom might stop bothering me about my grades all the time.

You went back to reading your book before having to go to your next lesson. One you actually wanted to attend.