Imagine the pack finishing off their senior year and a few of them elect to enroll in the same university together. When they arrive in the room designated for freshman orientation, Derek Hale struts in loosely clutching a black leather briefcase in hand & charming smile plastered on his face, “Welcome to San Francisco State University. I’m Mr. Hale and today I’ll be in charge of giving you the rundown on all of the essential paperwork you’ll need to complete before you start your first week of classes. I also teach Spanish as well as Intro to Business. Some of you may have the pleasure of taking one of my class while you’re here.” To this day it remains unknown what dropped quicker: Stiles’ jaw from shock or his entire body as he flailed out of his seat.
“Oh my god, Der- Derek?! What the… YOU TEACH?! No wait…did you just pull a Mr. Feeny on us? Are we on a sitcom right now? What even is my life?!”
Derek tries his best to school his expression, every fiber of his being wanting to chuckle and roll his eyes once he spots Stiles. He knew he was there, he received the attendance sheet a week ago. Plus, he could pick out Stiles’ scent from a mile away in the middle of a hurricane with both nostrils plugged.
“Yes Stiles, I spent my year away finishing up my teaching degree.”
Derek puts his briefcase on the table, gently popping open the locks.
“Oh and… Mr. Stilinski,” Derek glances up from rummaging in his briefcase, an impish smirk toying at the corners of his mouth, “I’d appreciate it if you referred to me as Mr. Hale while on campus.”
At which point Scott manages to drag Stiles off of the floor and back into his seat, “Dude, control your thoughts. I’m drowning in the stench of your kink-o-meter going haywire. Ugh. Totally did not need to know that that’s what does it for you.”
Stiles elbows Scott in the ribs as he silently pleads with the universe that the ground will swallow him up, because if Scott can smell him then…
Stiles looks up in time to catch Derek’s nostrils flaring ever so slightly while his lips twitch, biting back a smile and “Oh god…” He slinks lower in his seat, heated blush creeping up his neck and blanketing his face.
Needless to say, Stiles enrolls for all the classes Derek had to offer deciding that he might as well get a complete college experience, major be damned. He may have even signed up for the Model UN club headed by Derek, because he just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to verbally spar with Derek once again. And if those debates eventually take on a life of their own outside of an academic setting, with less debating and even less clothing, well neither Stiles nor Derek ever complained about it.
Don't you dare go anywhere, don't you dare, please, don't you dare allow them to bully you, don't become their next victim please I beg. Standing up to evil is never easy but you rock for doing it.
Thank you so much, nonny! ♥♥♥
Although I’m a little bit in damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation right now, I refuse to give up. I’m just going to let them stew in their own putrid gravy for now, but I know the truth. I know what kind of person I am. That kind of person is by no means perfect, but has always been motivated by doing the right thing.
And I’ll say one other little thing: despite the accusations being made against me, I have zero regrets because I have now been blessed with the friendship of an extraordinarily kind and forgiving person. I will forever be grateful for that.