Inspired by: Teacher au where all their students ship it
Nico had begun to lecture his class when he was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Come in… Will! What are you doing here?” he asked, his cool professional demeanour slipping under the unexpected presence of his flat mate in his class room. “I thought you had a shift this morning?”
Will grinned shiftily at him and presented a plastic bag in an embarrassed fashion. “You forgot your lunch so I thought I’d drop it off on my way to the hospital.”
“Will,” Nico sighed, exasperated “I could have just picked it up during my free period, you know.”
Will gave him a dopey grin, “I know, but I thought you’d want to save on petrol.”
“Right, well thanks, I guess. Now if you don’t mind.” He gave a pointed nod at his class, all of whom were watching the exchange in unnatural silence, and opened the door to see Will out.
“Right.” Will echoed, giving him a jaunty wave. “See ya tonight!”
“Have a good shift.” Nico called after him and shut the door on Will’s mock pained expression, an amused smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.
The class burst into a flurry of whispers the moment the door was closed and Nico marched back to his desk to find where he was in his notes. Clearing his throat he addressed the class again.
“As thrilling as you
may or may not find thermal energy, it is part of the syllabus and does required your undivided attention…”
The students fell silent again. Except…
“Sir? That was the first ever time I have seen you smile.”
“And it shall be the last time you see me smile, Alicia, if you fail your physics GCSE.”
The girl at the back lowered her hand but continued talking as if uninterrupted.
“Is he your boyfriend, Sir?”
Nico gave a long suffering sigh. “No, Alicia, he is not. Now can we ple-”
“I think he wants to be, Sir.” Interrupted a boy in the 3rd row, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at his teacher.
“I seriously doubt it.” Nico replied dryly.
“So why are you seeing him tonight then?” Another student called out, and the class burst into stifled giggles.
“Because he is my flat mate, Samuel, and my friend.” Nico raised an eyebrow. “Surely even a teacher is permitted to have friends?” The rest of the class laughed at Sam. Sam bristled.
“Looked like he had a bit more than friendship on his mind…”
Nico rolled his eyes, “and what gave you that idea?”
“Sir,” piped up a girl in the front row, “He did just go out of his way to bring you your lunch. I mean, the hospital is on the other side of the city.”
“And look!” Cried the girl next to her, peering round the side of he desk at the fallen lunch bag. “He put a note in it too!”
The entire class cheered as the first girl sighed, “How romantic!”
Nico felt the tip of his ears heat up and looked to the TA for support, but she was stifling her guffaws behind her hand at the back of the room. Nico pinched the bridge of his nose as the class burst in chatter.
“Do you think he’s going to ask you out?”
“If he doesn’t, can I ask him out?!”
“He’s well hot, you should bags him while you can!”
“Sir, do you fancy him too?”
“Alright” Nico snapped. “You’ve had your fun, now can you please focus on the lesson?!”
He turned to the board and heard, “Looks like we hit a nerve…” muttered from somewhere behind him.
He blushed and smiled at his Thermodynamic notes. Maybe he would take the plunge tonight and ask Will out on a date, after all - what’s the worst that could happen?
Felicity walked through the halls of Palmer Tech feigning confidence. She waved to the employees who passed her, making small talk with those she was was familiar with and pretended she wasn’t about to vomit all over her designer heels. Her first major meeting as CEO was about to begin and her heart was in her throat, reminding her that she was prone to babbles both embarrassing and inappropriate. It was a real worry. For her to spill word vomit before literal vomit thanks to the small bowl of Halloween candy she had just stuffed her face with ten minutes before.
She rushed into the bathroom just outside the conference room, locking herself into the stall furthest from the door. She slapped her cheek. “Smoak! Stop it! You can do this! Deep breaths!” She breathed in, then out. In, then out. She let a few minutes tick by before she was satisfied with her heart rate and the control she had over her breathing. “No barfing. No babbles. Just sophisticated CEO badassery!”
She left the bathroom and came face to face with her young and trendy assistant. “Miss Smoak, you have an urgent package in your office. It came with a request to open it as soon as it arrived.”
It started out innocently enough. A mini-marathon of her favorite ghost hunting show with a little wine and she quickly began begging to go on a ghost hunt of their own. Oliver refused for the first hour, reminding her how much she hated the possibility of ghosts being real. “Felicity, remember that time we went to that ghost town in Nevada and you panicked because you thought the mine might be haunted?”
She shrugged. “I don’t recall…”
He chuckled. “Felicity, you’re terrified of the paranormal.”
“But how awesome would it be to do this?” She pointed at the screen where one investigator was screaming for the spirits to punch him in the gut.
“You want a spirit to punch you in the gut?” he asked, arms crossed and brow raised in challenge.
“I don’t mean that specifically…” she said impatiently, face flushed from the wine. “Just ghost hunting in general.”