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DATE: m̲e̲ p̲l̲e̲a̲s̲e̲

Krennic becomes your math teacher. you put for the date; me please instead of the actual date on all of your paperwork

You started your last first day of school. You found an adorable outfit to wear. It was a short white skater girl skirt, with a black and white striped top. It had a deep scoop neckline and the sleeves were short. You tied it all together with a skinny tan belt and matching flats.

You felt confident and excited. When you got to school, you greeted all of your teachers with a big, beautiful smile and a "Good morning!" or "Good afternoon!" depending on the time.

When you got to math, you said, "Good Afternoon!" with a big smile to your teacher. He smiled back and responded the same.

You immediately took note of his unique accent and beautiful ocean blue eyes. He had silvery brown hair and wore a white polo with black pants and a black belt with a silver buckle. You couldn't fall in love with your teacher, right? You're only 17, he's well into his forties if you had to guess.

You sat down at your desk and kept your eyes on him the entire class. He wrote on the whiteboard, Mr. Krennic, but he did it with his left hand. So he's a lefty. You had created a tiny list of things describing him. By the end of class it was almost front and back on the paper. You quickly put it in your bag and smiled as you got up to leave. But then you looked at your schedule and realized that he was also your activity period teacher. So you slowly sat back down and took a small, yet deep breath.

After everybody flooded out, you realized it was just you and him for now. You blushed and took out your history and started working on it. Of course the first day and your history teacher gave you homework.

He looked up and smiled. "Miss Y/N, for now, you're the only one on my roster for this period."

You stopped writing and looked up. "R-really?" You stuttered. Not a good impression. At all.

He nodded. "Yes. I'm sure by the end of the week the class will fill out." You nodded softly.

"Oh. Alright. Strange that they did that." You smiled softly and looked back down at your paper and continued working.

He pursed his lips and got up and made his way over to you. "Quite. It's never happened to me before." As he got to your desk, he placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed it lightly. "You already have homework? It's the first day."

You blushed and tried to ignore the slight heat forming between your shoulder and his hand. His completely massive, coarse yet soft hand. "Yes sir. Mr. Tarkin likes giving us homework." You chuckled softly.

"So I've heard." He chuckled softly. "How are your math skills?"

"Not very." You blushed and chuckled softly. "I've never been any good at math. I'm honestly not even sure why they put me in this advanced math class."

"Well, we can always work on stuff together during activity period." He chuckled softly and smiled.

You nodded softly. "I guess we can, unless they take me out of this class." You sighed. You wanted to be in his class because it was him.

"You'll still have this activity period. I can help you with your other math if they do transfer you." He smiled and shrugged.

You smiled. "Alright. Thank you." He nodded softly and smiled.

"Oh, and if you ever need help with that History, you'd be suprised at how much I know." He smiled and chuckled as he pulled away to go to his desk.

"I may have to take you up on that one day." You smiled and laughed.

His eyes seemed to sparkle when he laughed. You grabbed the paper out of your bag and wrote down every single thing you picked up from the conversation.  He looked up and smiled at you as you were writing it down. He knew you were doing it all class. He knew you were analyzing and describing him all class. But he didn't say a thing. If anything, he found it cute.