!Music Teacher Hobie x !Art Teacher R
- summary : After arriving to your meeting late, you find out that you've been directed to share your classroom with the new hire.
!!} teacher AU - no y/n - light clothing + hair desc - no gender desc - no physical desc
As you stand in front of the school building, you frantically fumble with your lanyard to find the right key. The rustling of your thin raincoat, shaky breathing, and trinkets scattered in your bag flinging around echo around the school’s entrance.
“Come on..” You grunt through gritted teeth, wiping rain from your forehead with your wrist.
The automatic ‘beep!’ of the door made you sigh in relief as you stepped through the entrance. A big gust of cold wind immediately hits your face as you enter, the ends of your hair strike your face, forcing rainwater into your eyes and leaving a stinging sensation on your cheeks. Not only were you late for your meeting, you were also soaking wet from head to toe and exhausted from grading papers the night before. You give a quick smile to the unimpressed secretary and bored children slumped in small uncomfortable chairs. You try to calm yourself down as you speed walk to the stairway. You sigh looking up at the dreadful flights of stairs awaiting you. Determined, you remind yourself that you only had to stay here for half an hour, and you could leave as quickly as you came. You shake off the tiredness and forcefully pursue yourself up each step.
A wave of relief hits you as you finally reach the top of the mountainous staircase. Taking a few deep breaths, you cleansed your head of all the thoughts that swarmed and pestered your mind and plastered a bright smile on your face.
‘ You’ve got this! They’ll understand why you’re late… That thunderstorm could blow the whole school away at this rate. It’ll all be- ‘
Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a click of a door. The ‘STAFF MEETING’ door to be specific.
All of your coworkers emerge from the room in an almost clown car-ish fashion. You hurriedly step out of the way as they all leave to their respected classrooms. Questioning yourself on whether to leave or stay, you watch each of them as they leave. Some looked back at you; a handful recognized your situation and gave a look of pity. Others grimaced at the wet puddle of a person stupidly standing outside of the meeting door. A small amount didn’t care enough to notice, but you knew they were probably wondering why it smelled of rainwater and hair product. Everyone looked so professional and put together; meanwhile you had rain seeping into your socks, and your hair was actively frizzing up as each second passed. With a sigh, you finally decided to return back to your classroom. Just as you turned around, the last person exited the meeting room. He was a broad, dark chestnut-haired man with a grey suit with a striped yellow and baby blue tie. His gold pin with the bold words ‘Principal Ayer’ reflected in the light. The man caught a glimpse of you and let out a relieved sigh. You gave him a mindless smile, praying that he didn’t notice your absence.
He catches up to you with a smile and greets you.
“I’m so glad I caught you. I know you’re ready to go back to the classroom and prepare for the end of break, but we've hired a new music teacher.” He explained.
You nodded at his vague explanation, waiting for him to go on.
“But, unfortunately…” He started. “We don’t have enough classrooms to let him have his own..”
You blankly stared at him. Your classroom was inherently smaller than the core classes, and to be sharing the already cluttered space with a random man and his students would be suffocating.
“Well, Principle Ayer–”
“Now I know what you’re thinking;” He interrupted. “‘We won’t have enough space!’. But I spoke with Mrs. Vandi -- the English teacher a few doors down -- and she’s offered to give you her classroom in March. It’ll only be a temporary installment.”
Thinking about the offer, you sigh in defeat. Although you were beyond annoyed, you knew Principal Ayer was trying his best to help out. At least he was trying to make things easier on you. You gave a weak smile and nodded.
“Yeah.. Sure." You agreed with a fake smile, attempting to hide your disappointment.
“I knew you’d accept! I almost thought I’d have to store him in one of the gym classrooms!” He joked to himself. “So it’s all worked out! Two electives in the same room!” He smiled, patting your shoulder.”
The gym classrooms were one of the only classrooms that weren’t renovated after the school was eligible for the grant money. They were stored away and were mainly used for student held clubs and in school suspension rooms. You were also pretty sure that’s where all of the questionable students went to do their questionable things. You couldn’t possibly bring yourself to just let the new hire settle in there.
“Yup! Just.. helping out!” You croak with a smile.
He hums in agreement. “Well again, I do appreciate it. He seems like quite the character. I’m sure you both will get along fine.”
“Mhm!..” You mumble, forcing a smile as he walks away.
You finally arrived to your classroom, still thinking about the interaction. You pulled your land yard from your pocket and grabbed your classroom keys. You placed your hand on the doorknob to find it unlocked, although you could have sworn that you locked it when you left yesterday. Cautiously, you open the door and walk in. Looking around the room you begin to hear rustling in the closet followed by a quiet curse. You quickly turn around to see the storage closet light on and a shadow wisping around.
“Hello?...” You called out as you fully entered the room, gripping your keys tightly.
The shadow immediately stopped in its place, the sound of boxes falling down attached to another husky curse exited the closet. You hear an array of footsteps – presumably walking over the mess of a storage closet – a lanky man with wild, but nicely kept wicks stepped out wiping dust from his shirt.
Before you could even begin to trigger your fight or flight, he smiled and reached his hand out for a handshake. “You must be the art teacher.” He greeted, looking up from his shirt.
“Uh-huh… And you’re the new music teacher?” You asked as you took his hand and shook it.
“Lucky guess.” He chuckled, lightly squeezing your hand in return.
As you both let go there was a slight pause letting you both take the opportunity to study each other. You admired his accent and charm (...and appearance). Noticing his gaze; you scolded yourself for staring. You divert your vision to the messy storage closet again.
The man caught on to the awkward situation and quickly spoke to cut the silence. “Ah, you’re wonderin’ how I got in here..” He finished your thoughts, holding up a set of keys. “Principal Ayer gave ‘em to me. Sorry if I startled you luv.”
You couldn’t help but smile at how genuine he sounded. You quickly shook your head, “No! No, you’re fine. I wish I knew you were coming earlier though. I would have cleaned the closet a bit.” You explained, awkwardly gesturing to said closet.
”Ah, nothin’ to worry about. ‘S not too bad.” He consoles a warm smile. “How long have you been teaching?”
”Not too long. I’ve always been interested in teaching art so I’ve been helping around with art lessons here and there. I was only hired here at the start of this year.” You told him, setting your keys on your desk.
”Hm, I guess we’re both sorta new to this teaching thing huh?” He asked, moving closer.
”Guess so…” You giggled against better judgement. You internally cursed yourself again with an almost unnoticeable wince. “Well, what about you?” You started, clearing your throat. “Have you taught music before?”
”Not at all,” The man replied aloofly. “But it’s always been a passion of mine so why not try to inspire others with it.” He shrugged.
Oh, he was absolutely perfect. You couldn’t help but smile at his answer. Another wave of silence washed over the two of you. You fidgeted with your hands as the sound of the rain started to settle in. The man took another detailed glance at you. He admired your personality and how you practically radiated throughout the classroom. He was definitely excited to work with you to say the least.
As the rain began to pick up you realized what you came in for. “Well, I’m going to head out before it gets bad out.” You said, heading to your desk and grabbing a stack of personal essays and stuffing it in your tote. “I hope you find what you’re looking for also! If you have any questions you can always ask me…” You paused, silently asking for his name.
”Hobart Brown. I go by Hobie.” He said with a fond look.
“Nice name.” You smiled, grabbing your keys and heading towards the door.
“I presume yours is nice too?” He questioned, jokingly.
You laughed at his bluntness and told him your name in return. He repeated it with an impressed nod.
”It fits you luv.” He chuckled. It almost hid the sincerity in his voice.
”Yours too, Hobie.” You called out before leaving.
The silence flooded into the classroom once again. As it’s followed by the rain and the fading sound of your boot heel hitting the ground, Hobie couldn’t help but smile with a slight shake of his head. You were a breath of fresh air.
a / n: woah, second fic posted!! can't really tell if i'm proud of it or not.. idk. this took me wayy longer than i wanted it to take and i wanted to add a lil new years addition but i was too eager to post it..
