#math teacher

Teacher: Well, what do you think?

Doctor: You'll live. Even if you do nothing, you would still have plenty of years left!

Teacher: How many years?

Doctor: Ten, maybe.

Teacher: Ten what? Apples? Bananas?

A.P calc teacher schlatt x A.P studio art teacher reader

(Made on 11/19/24)

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Sanemi Shinazugawa adjusted his tie for the third time that morning, his mind wandering from the stack of algebra quizzes on his desk to the thought of (Y/N) (L/N), the fellow math teacher whose smile had a way of lingering in his thoughts long after their brief encounters. He had always prided himself on his composure in the classroom, but around her, his usual stern demeanor softened into something almost playful, a secret he guarded closely amid the bustle of Kimetsu Academy.

The day began like any other at the academy, with students shuffling through the corridors and the faint scent of chalk dust hanging in the air. Sanemi stood at the doorway of his classroom, greeting his first-period students with a nod, but his eyes kept drifting down the hall toward the staff room. (Y/N) was there, he knew, preparing for her own classes, and the anticipation of seeing her made his heart beat a little faster. She was the kind of colleague who brightened the mundane routine of teaching—always ready with a quick joke or a shared laugh over the latest student mishap. Today, though, Sanemi felt an extra layer of nervousness; their flirtations had been growing bolder lately, little more than teasing comments and lingering glances, but he wondered if she sensed the deeper feelings he hid behind his gruff exterior.

As the bell rang for the break between classes, Sanemi made his way to the staff room, clutching a cup of coffee as an excuse to linger. (Y/N) was already there, sorting through a pile of geometry worksheets at the table, her hair falling slightly over her face in a way that made him want to reach out and tuck it behind her ear. "Morning, Sanemi," she said, looking up with that warm smile that always disarmed him. "You look like you're plotting world domination with those quizzes. Everything okay?"

He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe a bit longer than necessary. "Just the usual battle against fractions and variables. How about you? Those geometry kids giving you trouble again?" It was their routine, this light banter that danced around the edges of something more. Sanemi had noticed how her eyes lit up when he teased her about her overly organized lesson plans, and he couldn't resist pushing the boundaries a little further today. "You know, if you ever need a hand with those proofs, I'd be happy to stay late and go over them. Strictly professional, of course."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye as she set down her papers. "Oh, strictly professional? That's a shame—I was hoping for some insider tips on making math fun." Her tone was casual, but there was a subtle undertone that made Sanemi's pulse quicken. She had always been like that, matching his flirtations with her own, leaving him to wonder if it was all just harmless fun or if she felt the same pull he did. They had worked together for over a year now, sharing the same department and occasionally team-teaching classes, but it was in these quiet moments that the air between them crackled with unspoken possibility.

Sanemi stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur as the staff room emptied out. "Math can be fun, if you know where to look. Like that theorem we discussed last week—the one about angles and curves. I think we could explore that further, if you're up for it." He wasn't sure if he was talking about geometry anymore, and from the way (Y/N)'s cheeks flushed slightly, she might have caught on. She leaned in just a fraction, her hand brushing against his as she reached for her coffee mug, and the contact sent a jolt through him. It was innocent enough, but in the context of their growing attraction, it felt electric.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur for Sanemi. He struggled to focus during his next class, his thoughts drifting back to (Y/N) and the way her laughter echoed in his mind. By lunchtime, he found himself seeking her out again in the academy's courtyard, where teachers often gathered for a quick meal. She was sitting on a bench under the shade of a cherry blossom tree, her lunch spread out beside her, and he approached with a casual stride, as if he hadn't been thinking about her all day.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, holding up his own bento box. (Y/N) nodded, shifting over to make room, and as he sat down, their knees brushed accidentally. Neither pulled away immediately, and Sanemi took the opportunity to steer the conversation toward something more personal. "You know, I've been meaning to ask—how do you handle all this grading without losing your mind? I swear, it's like the students conspire to make every problem twice as complicated."

She laughed, a sound that made his chest tighten. "Oh, I have my secrets. Music helps, or sometimes just venting to a colleague who's in the same boat." Her eyes met his, and for a moment, the world around them faded—the chatter of other teachers, the distant ring of the school bell, even the rustle of leaves in the wind. "You're good at that, Sanemi. Listening, I mean. And not just to math woes."

He felt a warmth spread through him, interpreting her words as an invitation to delve deeper. "Well, I'm always here if you need an ear. Or anything else, for that matter." The flirtation hung in the air, charged with the undercurrent of their mutual crushes. Sanemi wanted to say more, to confess how her presence had become the highlight of his days, but he held back, unsure if she was ready for that level of honesty.

As the lunch break ended, they walked back inside together, their shoulders nearly touching in the narrow hallway. (Y/N) turned to him just before they parted ways to their respective classrooms. "Hey, Sanemi? Let's grab coffee after school sometime. Just us." It wasn't a date, not explicitly, but the way she said it made his heart race with possibility.

The afternoon dragged on for Sanemi, his classes feeling interminable as he replayed her words in his head. By the time the final bell rang, he was already imagining what that coffee might lead to—a real conversation, perhaps, or even a step toward acknowledging the feelings they both kept hidden. As he packed his bag, he glanced out the window, spotting (Y/N) in the parking lot, and he knew this was just the beginning of something that could change everything at Kimetsu Academy.