stay after school

Alright guys I'ma try to take a break from drawing and tumblr today because my Idiotic self stayed up to PROBABLY 3am passing out in a discord vc COMPLETELY disregarding that I get sick if I stay up to certain amounts SO YEA I MIGHT BE AROUND LIKING THINGS HERE AND THERE BUT MAIN PURPOSE IS JUST TO RELAX XD

basic japanese high school schedule for you, fic writers

  • students attend class from monday thru saturday, with saturday being a half day. sundays are off
  • the high school day usually runs from 8:30am to 3pm, but many students stay after for after school clubs or attend cram school in the evening
  • the school year runs from april to march with a summer break come the end of july. first term is from april to july, second term is from september to december, and third term runs from january to march
  • your favorite high school anime doesn’t have separate classrooms for no reason. japanese students don’t rotate classes like american students do; instead, they have a fixed classroom and class number (i.e., 3-A), and the teachers do the rotating
  • they also don’t have the same classes every day
  • they do still have homeroom teachers; however, “homeroom” is more of a class meeting at the end of the day rather than at the beginning
  • the students are required to help clean the school at the end of the school day before clubs start
  • school uniforms are a thing for high schoolers. dress code used to be much stricter but recently they’ve allowed more basic alterations to the uniform
  • please stop writing them like american schools you’re embarrassing yourself

Yesterday, one of my discussions sessions was talking about the fear associated with wanting to be a math major, but not thinking of themselves as ‘math people.’ 

I told them I was never ‘math people,’ that I learned trig at age 23, calculus at 24, higher math at 25, and started graduate math at 26. Being ‘math people’ is a decision, and it’s never too late to decide to be just that. 

…Then they asked me what I did before age 23, and I told them about my law career…

…They expressed surprise that I had walked away from a very well-paying career to go back to school, then stayed in school after finishing my program. 


…I might have gotten too real. I say it all the time on here, but I said it to them:

There is nothing more important to me in this whole world than their understanding of mathematics. It is the reason I exist. It is everything to me that they will, in this lifetime, witness mathematics as I have come to know it. It is my life’s work that they meet this beautiful, indescribable thing that I love with all I am and everything I will ever be. I quit my career to dedicate all my time to it, traded my house for a one room efficiency so I could afford tuition and books, lost my marriage because my spouse didn’t support my decision to do this, and it was still a steal of a deal because what I got in return is the most valuable, important thing I could ever possibly do with my life. I’d live in a gutter and eat sticks and leaves and think myself a king as long as I could teach calculus all day and work on research all night. As long as I felt like I was doing a good job and my students were building a better understanding of mathematics, as long as I was ever refining my understanding of the inner workings of this incomparable abstract creature called mathematics, I would feel like a millionaire. 

I told them also that they already are math people. We talk about math all day, and we teach each other in the process. They bring new problems that I had never considered before, challenge me to think in different ways, and (for crissake) help me improve my shitty arithmetic abilities by keeping me in consistent practice. They make me a better mathematician, and it my greatest privilege and joy to think that I help make them better mathematicians, too. 

…Anyway, there were some interesting expressions on faces in that room, so they might think I’m a lil’ cray. But I don’t regret that, because I like to think it was obvious already (both that I am cray, and that I care a LOT about their learning calculus). My students deserve educators who feel that their learning of the subject matter is the most important thing in the entire universe, because it is. 

Normal//Supernatural One-Shot

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Jay (OC)

(Y/n) giggled as she walked out of the school. When she started high school, she expected it to suck, just like the movies. To her surprise, she loved it. Her day was always the same: Wake up, eat breakfast, have Sam and Dean drive her to school, go to her classes, get picked up by her brother, go home, do homework, eat dinner, study lore, and go to sleep after pestering her brothers to do the same. She didn’t mind the routine, but as of recently, that had changed.

Lately, (Y/n) had been telling her brothers that she had to stay after school. Every time they had asked her what she had been doing, she would have just responded with, “I’m part of a study group. We help each other with homework and sometimes, we even tutor lower classmen.” She had the brightest smile on her face, her dimples popping out. (Y/n) was always so convincing, and she was so compassionate, so they had believed her.


Jay laughed as he drove down to the road to the ice rink. Captain of the hockey team he was. He had full access to the ice, even after hours. He looked over at (Y/n). She had been singing some kind of classic rock song. Of course she knew it, she grew up around it. Jay had been the happiest he had ever been with her, and nothing would ever change that.

Soon enough, the couple had pulled up to the ice rink. Jay quickly got out and opened the door for the female sitting in the passenger seat with a wide smile.

(Y/n) wore a smirk as she grabbed his hand and got out of the car. “Always a gentleman,” she teased.

“Anything for my girl,” he grinned, kissing her cheek.

(Y/n) shook her head with a stupid smile. She started running. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” She shouted.

Jay chased after her quickly. Once he had caught up to her, he wrapped his arms around her and spun her around, causing the girl to squeal and laugh loud.


The two teenagers had stayed longer than they had expected. They of course lost track of time, being two teenagers in love. They had spent their time skating around the ice, and even playing hockey… Well, it was more… Jay teaching (Y/n) how to play hockey.

(Y/n) tried to hit the puck into the goal again, but Jay had blocked it… Of course he blocked it. He was meant to play hockey. He did all his life, and now, he’s getting scholarships.

“Jay,” the girl whined, “This is impossible. You’re a pro at this. I’ve only just learned how this works!”

Jay laughed and skated over to her. He took off the glove and padding, but kept the helmet on. He grabbed her face between his two hands. “I’m sorry, doll,” he teased. “I know I’m not being fair.” He chuckled as she smiled back at her.

“I know how you can make up for it,” she teased.

“Oh yeah?” he questioned. “How can I do that? I’d do anything for my girl.”

(Y/n) grabbed the helmet and took it off of his head. She giggled at his messy hair and ruffled it before leaning into kiss him.

“I’m more than okay with this,” he chuckled, kissing her back.


Sam and Dean had been getting worried.

“Where is she?” Dean exclaimed.

“I don’t know, Dean!” he shot back. “She isn’t answering her phone!”

“Oh, God,” Dean panicked, “Sammy, what if something happened to her? Our baby sister could be getting tortured right now!”

Sam looked like a light bulb had gone over his head. He ran to his laptop and started to furiously type.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked his brother.

“While we were busy panicking, I forgot that her phone has a GPS in it,” Sam stated. After harshly hitting the “enter” button, he started to scroll. “I have an address, let’s go.”

Dean grabbed the keys to Baby and they both ran to the garage.


After around ten minutes of driving, they pulled up to the rink. The brothers had grabbed their guns and ran to the door. Soon enough, they burst through the door. What they had seen shocked them.

What was there? Two teenagers, on a blanket, on the ice, naked.

Jay and (Y/n) had jumped when they heard the door open. They quickly scrambled to get their clothes on. Once they did, they were both red messes.

“Sam, Dean!” The girl exclaimed, “What are you doing here? I told you I was staying out late, like I always do!”

“It’s eleven at night!” Dean exclaimed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re too young to be doing… This!”

Jay’s eyes were wide as he stuttered. “W-We were j-just–

“Save it Ken Doll!” Dean barked at the boy.

“(Y/n), let’s go,” Sam said, his voice stern, “We’re going home.”

(Y/n) nodded and looked down. She started walking towards her brother. She noticed Jay giving her a worried glance. “I’ll be fine,” she told him softly, “I’ll promise…”

Jay nodded and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” she whispered back.

Jay nodded and walked over away from her to clean everything up, ignoring the harsh glare from Sam and Dean.


Soon enough, they Winchesters were in the Impala on their way home. The car ride was awkward and silent. (Y/n) knew that she was in a lot of trouble, so she didn’t say anything.


It wasn’t too long before they were back at the bunker. Dean slammed the door closed behind them. They all sat down.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Dean asked.

“It’s not that big of a –” she started, but she was interrupted by her second oldest brother.

“Not that big of a deal?” Sam questioned. “We thought someone took you, only to find out that you were having sex with some kid we didn’t know?” Sam scoffed. “Were you guys even being safe?”

“Of course we were!” (Y/n) shot back. “What, you think I’m stupid?” She asked. “You guys are so hypocritical. Stop acting that you guys weren’t doing stuff like this at my age, at least Dean was, and anyways, you guys go out to bars all the time and sleep with women you don’t know! At least I knew this guy! We’ve been dating for half a year,” she ranted.

“You’re grounded!” Dean yelled at her. “We will not be disrespected by you, and you will not be seeing that boy anymore outside of school! No more, ‘study group’ or ‘tutoring’ either!”

“That’s not fair!” she yelled back.

“You know that we can’t have connections like this!” Sam told her. “If you want to be a hunter, you have to learn that.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to be a hunter anymore,” she huffed. “I started tutoring and study groups because it looks on college applications and people actually pay attention to me,” she confessed.

“We give you a lot of attention,” Sam claimed.

“Really?” She retorted. “Because if you did, you would’ve seen my Class President posters that I used for my campaign. You also would’ve see that the day that I won, I came home wearing a t-shirt that said, ‘Student Body President!‘”

“Okay, we’re sorry that we didn’t notice, but you’re still grounded,” Dean said.

“You don’t get it, do you?” The girl asked.

“Get what?” Sam questioned back.

“I’m part of student council because it looks nice for colleges, I’m in study groups and I tutor for extra credit and because colleges love it. I want a normal job, a normal life. I want to earn my money, and I want to go to college. All this school stuff, Jay, and especially Jay are the things that make it possible for me to feel normal. They’re the closest thing I have to being normal until I graduate and leave Kansas, and you’re trying to take it away from me…” At this point, (Y/n) had tears in her eyes. Just as one fell, she sniffled and wiped it away before running to her room where she sobbed all night long.


Sam’s heart hurt. She wanted exactly what he wanted when he was younger. She grew up the way that he did. Her parents were absent from her life, she wanted to hunt but was never allowed to, and now she realized that hunting isn’t what she wanted. She had fallen in love and she was done for, she wanted that life.

“I am hypocritical… I wanted the same thing and I just tried to stop her from having it,” Sam stated in a sad tone. He rubbed his face in frustration. “I’m a terrible brother.”

Dean didn’t say anything. He just looked the the ground with sad eyes. To hear his baby sister cry was the worst thing ever. It made his heart wrench. “I’m going to bed,” he told Sam before heading to his room.

That night, it was hard for both of the brothers to sleep. It wasn’t until one in the morning that (Y/n)’s sobs stopped. They didn’t go in to talk to her. That would’ve made things worse, and that was the last thing they wanted. All they could do was wait for a later time to talk to her. It would be one hell of a wait.

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Shatt exchange student AU where Matt goes to Japan to study science but he can’t understand SHIT but he’s staying with a REALLY HOT GUY so he stayed in the library after school to find out how to flirt with someone in Japanese. Matt says it all wrong but Shiro just laughs and says (in English) that he thinks Matt is cute and Matt DIES


suspicious older brother jimin 💁🏻‍♂️ for a nice anon! i hope you like it✨

since you usually stayed after school to do homework then catch a ride with jimin, he was definitely weirded out that you let yoongi take you home. don’t get him wrong, yoongi’s one of his best friends. he trusts him with literally everything… except his little sister. he immediately put his guard up for you, he was even going to confront yoongi the next day, when he saw you and namjoon the next morning. you two were sitting together, hands clasped in each other’s, laughing and talking. needless to say he was pretty angry and confused, and texted you immediately. but, after everything was cleared up, he felt more at ease. he knew namjoon would be careful with your heart 💖

- admin e

Consequences (Peter Parker)

word count: 2, 648

summary: Peter missing Y/N’s concert and faces the consequences. 

a/n: I really liked writing this because Peter’s is adorable and so is Ned! Y/F/N stands for Your friend’s name and, you (like me) play the flute because…it’s what I wrote? Hope you like it! btw, anyone watch Key & Peel? Cause, I started to laugh when I named this one-shot bc of their video of the same name. 

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Your Abilities are God’s Map for Your Life

Once upon a time, there were some animals that wanted to start a school for animals. They decided the courses would include running, climbing, swimming, and flying. Then they decided that all of the animals should take all of the courses.

That’s where the problem started. The duck was better than his teacher at swimming, but he only made passing grades in flying and was very poor in running. So they made him drop swimming and stay after school to practice running. This caused his webbed feet to be badly worn, and his grade dropped to average in swimming. But everybody felt less threatened and more comfortable with that — except the duck.

The rabbit started at the top of his class in running, but because of so much make-up work in swimming, he caught pneumonia and had to drop out of school. The squirrel showed outstanding ability in climbing, but he was extremely frustrated in flying class because the teacher insisted that he start from the ground up rather than the treetop down. He developed Charlie horses from over-extension, so he only got a “C” in climbing and a “D” in running. The eagle was the problem student and was disciplined for being a nonconformist. For instance, in climbing class, he beat all the others to the top of the tree, but he insisted on flying to get there. Finally, because he refused to participate in swimming class, he was expelled.

The point is that God has designed specific animals to excel in specific areas, and he doesn’t expect them to do all the other things. When you expect everybody to fit in the same mold, all you’re going to get is frustration, discouragement, mediocrity, and failure. A duck is made to be a duck and not something else.

And you were made to be you. God has given you unique abilities, and he wants you to use them the way he intended.

Your abilities are the map to God’s will for your life. It points the direction. When you know what you’re good at, then you can know what God wants you to do with your life.

The Bible says in Hebrews 13:21, “May he equip you with all you need for doing his will. May he produce in you, through the power of Jesus Christ, every good thing that is pleasing to him” (NLT).

—  by Rick Warren
  • me starting a new anime: it's okay, i guess. this will be a good one to watch every now and then
  • me after watching 2 more episodes: YES yes i love it and i love you and i love you two together and i love all the songs and omg how funny this is the best one yet i swear wow time to watch all the episodes right now did i mention i love it because i dooooooooo

guys, my buddies, my little loves… i read all the time how you think about dating your tc and how cute it’d be. like i read some time ago about how you’d stay behind after school and tease each other and it’d result into tickle fights or stuff like that. 

it’s not like i don’t think it’s possible.

but imagine this: actually dating someone who is (or was) teaching you is even more pain than just dreaming about it. 

i’m not making this shit up, listen to me. i speak from experience. it’s almost six in the afternoon and i’m sitting at home, contemplating whether to let this all out, because my relationship with my former teacher has been causing me so much heartbreak.

if you want to know more, read on.

just consider all of this, it’s not all straight outta dream land.

  • it’s fucking impossible to keep it a secret at school
  • people will talk. they will look at you weird and talk behind your back. even your friends will. everyone will.
  • your dates will always have a lot of looking around for familiar faces involved.
  • wanna have dinner and a glass of wine? better fucking prepare for the staff looking weird at you bc age difference (in my case a lil over 20 years, the staring is no fucking fun)
  • even if u may be convinced otherwise, you’re not on the same intellectual level. you’re not. just no.
  • it’s not only about u and ur happiness. your significant other has feelings too, and most likely a big fucking mess in their head. you have to respect that and keep that in mind, always. A L W A Y S
  • sure that things like texting all day happens, but then you’re showing something to your classmate on your phone and a message from them beeps and you’re fucked
  • basically if you’re dating an older person and they are or were your teacher, it’s not cute, it only makes everything more difficult

currently, my significant other is one of the best things in my life. but that doesn’t mean it’s all sunshine and rainbows. it’s difficult and frustrating and sometimes hell on earth, you’ll cry a lot and you’ll hate yourself and you’ll be angry at the world. but, at the end of the day, if they’re the right person, you’ll feel at home every time you’re with them.

maybe this makes no sense but i’m so done and messed up that i just had to let it all out. 

So I stayed after school one day to study in my Japanese classroom and when the teacher walked out I drew a small Victor on the whiteboard with his heart shaped smile and figured it would be gone the next day
When I walk into the class the next day he’s STILL THERE and I’m honestly surprised that he hasn’t been erased yet and we go through class like normal but at the end when the bell rings my Japanese teacher casually asks, “Who drew this guy on the board?” so I raise my hand and tell her who it is and how it’s from Yuri!!! on Ice and her response was:
“I asked each of my classes before sixth period whether I could erase him or not and every time I asked people would panic and say ‘NO’ ”

anonymous asked:

KageTsuki as you wished. Headcanon or scenario where later on in their relationship 'king is more lovey dovey' then how it was when they meet. Plus Tobio calling Kei his queen.

I’m not doing the last part, Tsukishima isn’t a girl he would be a king as well  - Admin Hope

Kagetsuki Relationship Headcanons kinda??? I got carried away

  • When they first meet everyone already knows that Kei hated him, like a lot he didn’t like Kageyama at all
  • Kei would always think that Kageyama would make him go the way that he wanted Tsukishima to hit the ball not the way that Kei would want to, that’s why Kei continuously calls him king plus to just piss him off I mean come on
  • I mean Kei canonly tries harder with other setters and goes their way but with Kageyama it’s Kei’s way or the highway he won’t stand for anything else
  • Tsukishima has straight up told Kageyama this and Kageyama has dragged him to stay after school a lot so that he could get it exactly how Kei wanted it to be 
  • Gradually spending more and more time together even if it isn’t planned out, they’ll start to realize that they begin to walk to school together and wait for each other to finish changing so they home together 
  • It just becomes a bit of routine from practicing so much with one another and then everyone begins to pick up on it
  • Asahi after practice see’s that Tsukishima was waiting for Kageyama and he says ‘So how long have you two been dating for now?’ with that smile of his and Tsukishima’s eyes would widen but he wouldn’t be disgusted or anything just shocked 
  • ‘We aren’t dating we haven’t been dating for any amount of time, why would you think that?’ Tsukishima would ramble and Asahi would be extreamly confused and slightly embarrassed about it
  • ‘Well you two are always walking home and to school together, you stay after with each other a lot, you’ve been helping Kageyama more with his school work. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed though.’ Then Asahi would walk away because Suga was calling for him and Tsukishima would be left with his thoughts until Kageyama finished changing
  • Kageyama would begin to apologize for taking so long but Tsukishima would cut him off yelling ‘Do you want to date me?’ and Kageyama would stop in his tracks 
  • ‘I thought we were dating already.’ and Tsukishima would go on and on about how neither of them asked the other one out but Kageyama would just say that he assumed that neither of them had to because of all the time they had spent together and what not ‘But I do want to date you, do you want to date me?’
  • ‘No idiot why would I want to date you.’ Blah blah blah and it getting awkwardly silent and then Kei saying that he was sorry and that he did in fact want to date Kageyama 
  • It was awkward as hell at first, Tsukishima wouldn’t even hold hands with Kageyama when he asked
  • They would get in petty arguments throughout their relationship where Kei would always use the ‘kiss the yelling person’ trope which would cause Kageyama to yell more because he was embarrassed
  • Yet as their relationship progressed in public it was only swift kisses and hand holding but in private Kageyama would get so clingy 
  • Always demanding that Tsukishima would cuddle him even during some of the hot months
  • Tsukishima would complain that Kageyama’s clinginess was making him even more hot and that’s when he would mutter the ‘Well looks like the king is more lovey dovey now huh?’
  • Kageyama would exclaim that he was the only person who stilled called him that and yes he was going to be more lovey dovey because he could be and that he loved him a lot he would mutter that last part but Kei would hear him
  • ‘Oh you love me now hm?’ and would tease Tobio until that along with the heat he was a blushing mess because of his teasing 
  • ‘Yes I love you, you dumbass.’ 
  • ‘Yeah I know, I just like hearing you say it.’ and Kei would give him some kisses and Tobio would be happy 


  • Kei would teach Tobio how to actually smile and he would have to clutch onto his shirt because he looked so damn cute doing it 
Laika Studios AU

Coraline, Norman, Kubo, and Eggs all go to the same middle school.

Coraline is probably the president of some school club and maybe participates in plays and a lot of other extracurriculars. She’s a little on the bossy side and takes control of everything. She’s the one who sticks up for the misfits and weirdos at school, since she’s a weirdo herself.

Norman is that weird kid who very few understand. He’s often caught talking to corners and eats in the bathroom alone, although he claims that he’s not really alone. Some people are scared of him. He gets bullied a lot, but the other Laika kids stick up for him.

Kubo is that kid that always walks around with his shamisen and takes a lot of music classes. He often stays after-school a lot because he really doesn’t have anyone to pick him up so he has to take the late bus. His mother is sick and his abusive aunts and grandfather are causing major family issues, since they really want custody of him. Luckily, he’s got his Laika buddies on his side.

Eggs is the person everyone goes to if they need their game system fixed or their computer hacked. He hangs out around trash cans and is known by the teachers to be a real troublemaker (he hacked into the school camera system!) but everyone knows that he’s super sweet and means well. The other Laika kids keep him out of too much trouble.

My parents when I was 16: You can’t stay after school. You have to come home immediately. We don’t know if you’re drinking or doing drugs or any of that. What time does the movie end? I’ll be waiting right outside the theatre so you don’t have time to do drugs.

My parents in 2016 : Hey can you help me get some weed? Here’s some money. The best kind please, use the change to get some for yourself. Thnx ily bai.

paper fight (TC imagine)

@bejornal: I was wondering if you could do a TC imagine about, you staying after school to just help him around the classroom and you just throw paper at eachother and play around a lot and kinda make a mess of the room and laugh cause you both know your going to have to pick up all of the paper balls and rubber bands  


“If you could all pick up some paper and bin it on your way out, that’d be great.”

The young people filed out of the classroom, looking just as disinterested as they did in the lesson. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for TC/N - he tried his hardest each lesson, but they all took him for granted as the cool, young teacher who let you do anything in his classes. Luckily you were there to give him something to look forward to, but then again, maybe he was biased because you’d been his girlfriend for nearly a year now.

He watched as the last few students left the room and sighed. “Or not, that’s good too,” he sighed before looking up and meeting your gaze.

You raised an eyebrow, walking over to his desk and placing your hands on it. “Bad day?” you asked.

“You have no idea,” he said, gently sliding his fingers over yours.

You felt the texture of his calloused hands on your soft ones and couldn’t help but think of them holding your waist, running through your hair, even brushing your hair off your shoulder. You melted under his touch regardless of what it was, and he knew it.

Backing away, you skipped around the classroom, occasionally bending down to pick up some paper that the students had left behind.

“It’s not that much of a challenge for them to pick their shit up, seriously,” you complained, finally picking it all up and tossing it in the bin.

You finally looked up to see TC/N watching you, a smirk apparent on his face. “You sound just like me,” he laughed. “God, you’re starting to turn into me. Maybe you should become a teacher.”

“I was thinking about it, actually,” you mused, walking over to him. You sat down on his lap, immediately met by his warm embrace. His strong arms wrapped around your torso whilst yours made their way around his neck, the both of you fitting just right together. He kissed your cheek before turning his head so his lips met yours, pulling away after moments so his beautiful hazel eyes stared back at yours.

This was the life. If only you could sit on his lap kissing him all day everyday, then you’d be completely happy. But for now, this had to do.

You quickly kissed him again before getting up, giggling as his large hands never left your body. “Need help with anything in here?” you asked him.

He nodded. “Yeah, actually. I need to empty the paper bin and tidy up the stationery, but other than that we’re good. We should get it done quick though, if we want to leave by four.”

TC/N and yourself had plans tonight. First you were driving a few miles south in order to see the new James Franco movie that you’d been begging to see ever since it came out, then you were going to try the new Italian restaurant a few miles back. The night would consist of him teasing you for slurping your spaghetti like you always did, and you getting pissed off because he wouldn’t let you pay for anything, his reason being ’I’m the alpha male’.

You looked over to the pile of waste paper sitting on his desk, and then up at him, immediately getting an idea. Of course, TC/N was going to tell you off for being so immature, but he’d eventually join in. You quickly grabbed the paper from his desk, earning a confused look. That look soon subsided as you rolled the paper into balls, hurling them at him.

“Hey! Babe, stop! You actually have a pretty good aim- that one hurt!” TC/N shook his head as you threw another, but this time it hit his glasses. His expression immediately changed. If anyone fucked with his glasses, they knew they’d pay. “Right, that’s it.”

He rose from his chair, and you completely forgot how tall he was. He was six feet and two inches of pure beauty, dressed in a white shirt and grey slacks, and you couldn’t find him any more attractive. He picked up the little paper balls you’d made and crawled on his hands and knees under the desks to meet where you were sat, before popping up and throwing the paper balls at you.

“Stop!” You cried, shrieking as you nearly fell off the table. Luckily TC/N was there to catch you, and he took you into his arms.

You looked up at your boyfriend, and couldn’t help but smile in disbelief. He was everything - creative, smart, attractive, passionate, crazy, loving, and everything you wanted in a man. You just couldn’t believe that from day one, he always wanted you.

TC/N shifted your hair out of your face with his fingers, cupping your cheek. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked softly, standing inbetween your legs.

“You’re all I can think about,” you blushed, pulling him closer to you and hugging his torso.

You felt a gentle kiss to the top of your head and smiled as he traced circles in your back. He pulled away after what seemed like forever and you both took a glance around the room. Paper balls were strewn all around the room, and some had unravelled which made the class look even messier than it had to begin with. Both of you started to laugh, you got up from your desk and started to pick up the pieces of paper, not wanting this moment, or any time you spent with him, to end.