#teacher reader

student!Qiuyuan who has never been keen on finding love. He’s not particularly interested in these topics and believes that no one would want a blind omega anyway

student!Qiuyuan who never lets his instincts get the better of him. He never shows reactions typical of an omega. Can’t flutter his eyelashes in a flirtatious manner, speak in higher pitch or calm another person with his pheromones

student!Qiuyuan for whom the only way to experience world is through smell and hearing. But who at the same time, stubbornly uses scent-blocking patches so that no one will ever smell his scent. Too afraid of showing his weaknesses and being compared to omegas. Who has been on suppressants his whole life, almost losing the ability to experience heat

student!Qiuyuan who despite being blind, feels others’ “disgusted” stares on him. Someone like him? An omega?

student!Qiuyuan who has always had very low self-esteem when it comes to being an omega. What fun can you have dating someone who can’t see? Others surely believe he can’t participate in typical teenage activities… And in the future, it would surely be too much of a burden and responsibility to support someone like him. He’s probably not even as pretty as other omegas… Not only is he a man, but he’s also over six feet tall... He’s not like those charming, alluring omegas with delicate facial features and petite, curvy figures. He’s leaner and more bony, damaged by life. He doesn’t give off a harmless, friendly vibe that invites you to approach him. Surely no one would want to choose him…

student!Qiuyuan who is even ashamed of his own scent. A bamboo forest in the morning, sprinkled with fresh dew. Refreshing and gentle, yet at the same time unusual due to a heavy, earthy note… Definitely unlike those sweet floral or cheerful citrus aromas that carry through the corridors behind “true” omegas

student!Qiuyuan who has hated alpha scents since childhood, having grown up in a house full of betas. Who, with a hypersensitive sense of smell, easily detects bad intentions and nasty character of alphas. Who knows that a campus full of teenagers with raging hormones is like a battlefield. That you can’t find anyone trustworthy here

student!Qiuyuan who is always reserved and lonely. A typical, quiet student, not really interested in lessons. Sitting in the back row by open window. Who prefers to stick his head out toward the sounds of sports field and feel pleasant wind breeze on his face. Only form of relief in a stuffy room overflowing with overlapping scents of pheromones

student!Qiuyuan who never tries to make friends, always assuming isolation and rejection. To whom over time, other students are even afraid to speak

student!Qiuyuan whose reluctance to his classmates and whole pessimistic attitude towards love change, when one afternoon, a newcomer walks into a classroom…

student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, takes a deep, joyful breath of alpha’s pheromones. Turns eagerly towards the blackboard- Hoping to see that one-of-a-kind individual- Only chance to reverse his miserable fate-

student!Qiuyuan who in fact unfortunately “sees nothing”. As if for a moment he had completely forgotten that he is blind… But despite the bitterness on his tongue, he feels a strange peace and happiness in heart. As if your distant presence alone is enough to heal wounds of hurt omega

student!Qiuyuan who sensing your dominant yet warm and friendly aura, knows you have good intentions. He believes you wouldn’t harm anyone. And he swoons not only at your scent but also at your gentle chuckle, triggered by a comment from someone in front row

student!Qiuyuan who is surprised when he senses that instead of heading towards some potential “friend” from another class, you’re moving towards teacher’s desk. He gasps upon hearing you introduce yourself as new teacher, replacing the homeroom teacher who went on maternity leave. And immediately he withdraws into his shell again. Despairing over the hopelessness of his situation. Scolding himself for ever deluding himself into thinking that fate would grant him a friend…

student!Qiuyuan who is even more surprised when one Friday, you approach his desk after class. You crouch down next to his chair, looking up at him patiently. He feels your gaze on him and senses that radiant warmth he experienced when he first met you. He doesn’t understand however why you decide to make an effort and cross the entire length of room just to talk to him. And why you try to make him feel comfortable, waiting peacefully for other students to leave a classroom

student!Qiuyuan who doesn't know what to say when you ask in a sweet voice if everything is okay. When you are the first person in this cursed school to take an interest in him. When you don't overwhelm him with adult beliefs, additional assignments or requirements necessary to pass to next grade. When you simply let him know that if he ever needs anything in the future you will always be here

student!Qiuyuan who begins to wonder if all young teachers entering this profession are like you. Full of passion and fighting for student’s well-being- Because yes, even from the tone of your voice or sound of your footsteps, he can sense that you’re very young, not much older than him. And besides, he becomes assured of his belief when he decides to eavesdrop gossips. For the first time since childhood genuinely intrigued by another person- Everyone is talking about you. Omegas, betas, alphas. Girls and boys. Whether out of fascination or jealousy. You’re on everyone’s lips. Young hot teacher. It only takes a day for you to have your own fan club

student!Qiuyuan who mortified, catches himself listening whenever he hears your name nearby. Who unconsciously records every little detail about you in his memory. These fangirls really do have incredible talent and passion… Your favorite drink which you always use to moisten your throat during lectures. Food you most often choose for lunch. Other teachers you get along with best. Place where you most often eat dinner and where it’s easiest to run into you outside of school hours. What kind of car you drive or what brand of shirts you wear most often. Not to mention how many buttons you leave undone and how you roll up your sleeves to your elbows because you constantly feel as if it's too hot

student!Qiuyuan who eventually comes to conclusion that he already has met several younger teachers in his life. And that none of them are as noble as you. And certainly not that PE teacher who immediately cut him off from any activities. Odering him to sit on a bench as soon as he realized that Quiyuan was "that blind kid"

student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, starts paying attention in class. Though only in yours… and instead of basking in breeze, he turns his head towards you. Listening to what you're saying. He actually starts taking an interest in topics you bring up. Genuinely absorbs knowledge and realizes it isn’t as bad as he’d assumed. At least when someone is truly passionate about what they do and when you can hear excitement in their voice… Qiuyuan finally comes to school with a smile, rather than dragged there by the need to please his beloved parents

student!Qiuyuan who realizes that even though you’re kind and understanding towards all your students, joking with them regularly during class, it’s only him you show such great care for. You have such a special approach only towards him- And this isn’t that "special treatment" he’s experienced from other teachers. Where he passed from year to year with lowest grades, because others had given up on him. Not believing he could ever become of any use to society. Out of pity, turning a blind eye to his lack of participation or wrong answers. As if completely ignoring his presence throughout whole school year

student!Qiuyuan who is as happy like a child when you give him a bad grade for an oral response but at the same time encourage him to retake the exam. Finally, someone actually takes him seriously. Shows interest. Doesn’t fake his results and at the same time believes he is capable of more. Even that slightly disappointed tone, which you try so hard to hide, is like flattery to him. Though he definitely prefers to hear you when you’re satisfied and proud. Especially of him…

student!Qiuyuan who finally decides to knock on your office door. Seeking help and hysterically apologizing for not making it during office hours. But for the past two hours, he really couldn’t summon the courage. And the fact that he finally approached your door was really just a random impulse

student!Qiuyuan whom you have to calm down before you two can even talk. Leading him to a sofa, gently stroking his hunched back and serving a cup of steaming lemon tea. Worried about omega’s state, you grab any opportunity to calm his nerves. But only thing that really works is your alpha soothing pheromones and your low, gentle voice assuring that everything will be okay and that you’re not mad

student!Qiuyuan who after talking to you, realizes for the first time that he has a future ahead and that he should fight for it. With shining eyes, he listens as you acknowledge how much he’s had to go through since losing his sight and that the very fact that he manages daily tasks so well shows just how capable he is. How much he can accomplish with his other sharpened senses. And how much he should and must work hard. Not only to prove his worth to others but also to provide for himself and his family in future. Because in your eyes, he is more than capable of it. He doesn't have to be left solely at the mercy of others

student!Qiuyuan who is almost moved to tears when you say he inspires you

student!Qiuyuan who from that moment on, truly changes his life. Begins to learn even from other teachers. Not wanting to just sit around on PE while others play team sports, he starts running on his own on a track around the field. During classes he raises his hand to surprise of the rest and actively participates in lessons. He no longer skips homework but actually tries to complete all his projects

student!Qiuyuan who manages to improve and catch up on material only thanks to your help. Thanks to almost daily tutoring sessions for which you never accept any money. You always explain things so clearly and your tips are so helpful- You never yell at him; you just patiently help him find the solution. And you record the most important topics for him on a voice recorder. Later, Quiyuan always does the best especially on these things. Maybe because he listens to them over and over just to enjoy your voice in privacy of his room… On headphones, because he’s too embarrassed to admit to his family that he’s obsessed with some alpha’s voice. For whom he made space on his phone by deleting all music playlists

student!Qiuyuan who treats you like his master. Everything you say is sacred. He takes every piece of advice to heart and faithfully performs every request. He seeks your approval. To the point that when he gets his report card he runs to you first. Just to hear that tender chuckle and a few words of praise. To feel as you smile warmly at him and ruffle his hair. That tingling feeling… His omega has never felt better

student!Qiuyuan who is ready to bare his fangs at anyone who dares to say a bad word about you. He’s never gotten involved in such conflicts before but now he’ll do it without a second thought. And he doesn’t care that as an omega he’s standing up to some alpha. You believe in him. That’s why he walks out of a fight without a single scratch. His fist stained red from a contact with a nose of that rude, disgusting alpha

student!Qiuyuan who, despite his negative feeling and bad experiences with alphas, trusts you unconditionally. His omega feels safe with you and is willing to do anything for you. All you have to do is ask. Although that lecture about not getting into fights seems to have fallen on deaf ears…

student!Qiuyuan who out of gratitude, asks his mom to teach him how to make bento. Overjoyed she agrees right away. Thrilled at the thought that her little boy has finally fallen in love and found himself a good alpha. Completely unaware that her beloved son leaves all boxes with bento on his teacher’s desk. Every day before classes start. Before anyone else has a chance to wake up as early as Qiuyuan and arrive at school. Although at first you try to convince Qiuyuan that there’s no need for him to do such thing, that what you buy on your way is more than enough, over time you can’t wait to see colorful notes with a message left under wooden lid.

student!Qiuyuan who loves it when you pamper him. When you always bring him something to drink. Make sure your office is aired out before he arrives. Treat him with sweet candies as a reward for progress on completed tasks

student!Qiuyuan who is happy that there is finally someone who understands his problems and with whom he can talk about matters concerning only omegas and alphas. It’s a little embarrassing that during breaks from studying, he talks about such things with an alpha... But considering that he grew up in a house full of betas who can’t relate to his situation or urge of instinct, you’re definitely the best option

student!Qiuyuan who is fascinated examining every corner of your apartment when he visit for the first time. Your flat is rather modest but spacious enough and well-kept. And above all, it’s your own... You’ve worked hard for it while Qiuyuan still lives with his parents... He praises your taste as much as he possibly can. As long as his message gets through to you and you feel appreciated

It's just... for all week you were too busy with meetings and other teaching duties. You couldn’t meet with him for tutoring, so it was only polite to suggest that he visit you over a weekend to catch up. Though you weren’t sure he’d agree... But he did it in a split second. As soon as the information reached his brain. With a loud “yes!”, after which he immediately got embarrassed and hid his face in his long black hair. Too bad, because that peach blush really looks wonderful on him...

student!Qiuyuan who only realizes he has a little big crush on you when you accidentally kiss him. It happens when you’re sitting across from each other on a small sofa... At the sight of his face bathed in sunlight you suddenly lose your words. And he, abruptly confused, looks up from a braille books you bought him. When you are "gazing" into each other's eyes like that... you lean in and press a quick kiss to his plump lips. Completely swept up in the moment

You swear you can hear his heart suddenly racing-

student!Qiuyuan who quickly gives in to you. Or do you give in to him? And your sweet “innocent love” begins to sprout in shadows of your secret meetings

student!Qiuyuan who spends his free time at your place more and more often. He feels almost at home there. Often cooks dinner for you, trying to get rid of your bad eating habits. He even cleans up sometimes, wanting to feel a bit like the lady of a house. And you don’t mind when he “rummages through your drawers.” You want him to feel at ease at your house

student!Qiuyuan who leaves plenty of his stuff at your flat and also gets a lot of new "small" things. Like a personal toothbrush to keep there, a matching mug, personalized slippers-

student!Qiuyuan who, under the pretext of sleeping over at a friend's house, sneaks out of family home to spend the night in your arms. And your shirt… Which despite his tall figure, is always too loose on him and hangs off his lean body like a dress

student!Qiuyuan who heals his insecurities and begins to love his body as he experiences how you react to it. Feeling of your gaze devouring him, loud gasps, whistles, hands exploring places they shouldn’t... Who melts away in the compliments flowing from your lips. Though his eyes show no reaction, out of embarrassment he still closes his eyelids. Trying to hide from you. Burrowing as deep as possible into bedsheets-

student!Qiuyuan who almost bursts into tears when you accidentally catch a whiff of his pheromones for the first time. Firstly out of panic and then out of gratitude. This happens when he starts to feel a little too at ease around you and forgets he’s not at his family home. Where betas can’t smell him anyway. And forgets that after his morning shower, he needs to put his scent-blocking patch back on. When you suddenly gasp and inhale the air in kitchen, he turns to you terrified. He’s afraid you’ll be disgusted and that you’ll finally realize you deserve someone better. That he isn’t such a adorable omega and that it’s better if you kick him out of your apartment. When the opposite happens and you start going crazy over his scent, he can’t believe it. In every spare moment, you bury your face in his scent glands and soak in this relaxing scent. Sometimes, when he’s very busy, he tries to push your face aside. But you’re too strong. So Qiuyuan begins to proudly share his pheromones with the world. His colleagues look at him in surprise and he just smiles from ear to ear. If his alpha likes it, that’s more than enough. And since his scent can bring you comfort, he is happy to always be on duty

student!Qiuyuan who massages your aching temples after a hard day at work and plants butterfly kisses on your face while you try to fall asleep on his lap

student!Qiuyuan who gets easily jealous of your exes. And always makes a grumpy face when he accidentally comes across their photos in your old album. But he understands that you don’t want to throw away the photos where you’re with whole group of friends from your youth

student!Qiuyuan who feels your gaze on him during every class. Struggling to hold back his omega’s reactions, especially during preheat. After he stops stuffing himself with suppressants and slowly regains his ability to go through heat. These situations are the worst. Innocent blushes, hidden from classmates by curtain of hair, turn into clenched legs. Struggling to hold back the burning sensation inside

student!Qiuyuan who is disappointed and yet even more in love, impressed by your composure as you reject his advances in fever time and declare that you’ll only truly experience heat with him once he finishes school. Thus rebelling against your alpha and keeping your instincts in check

warnings: use of y/n, fluff, both dennis and y/n are kinda awkward one more than the other, inaccurate medical talk, takes place before season 2 so dennis is still a student doctor, short

notes: i made this series after i seen someone’s post about the idea of dennis dating a teacher and i just fell in love, ty for the idea @pastapixie6 , im gonna write a separate one of him offering to come down to her school

(takes place a couple months after season one, November 2025

You didn't have to come to work today, the school had a three day weekend. You had originally planned to go check out this new indie bookstore that opened a couple of weeks ago. You were gonna get some coffee and go there early and just spend the morning looking at books. Maybe if you find a good book, take it and go to the park. 

Since there was no school on Friday your class had asked if they could do their weekly art project on Thursday instead. You told them if they got everything done that they needed to do for the week then yes. And of course they did, they were all very determined to get to do their project. So at the end of the day on Thursday when it was usually time for the math workshop, you guys made pet jellyfish, and they all loved it. 

They were all so cute and different. Some were all one color, some were multiple, some had googly eyes or faces they drew themselves.

You had told the children that on monday when they got back all their jellyfish would be hanging from the ceiling. 

The next day after you had gone to the bookstore, instead of going to the park you decided to head to the school to hang up the jellyfish since you were already out.

You had hung up on almost half of them by now. When you got here you couldn’t find a ladder, so you put one of the students' chairs on a desk and used that.

You balanced carefully on the chair, which hummed with a slight wobble on the desk. On your tippy toes, you gripped the string attached to the head of the paper jellyfish, its ribbon tentacles brushing your arm. “Just a little further” you said out loud to yourself. You were leaning your weight towards the next space on the ceiling where the jellyfish would be evenly spaced with the others. 

You shifted your foot, reaching for that perfect space 

-then, the chair skittered. 

Smack.

You met the floor faster than you could let out a breath of air.

As you went down, you threw your right arm out to try to break your fall. Your palm slammed into the floor, and a sharp, sickening snap echoed through the empty classroom. For a moment, you only felt a weird cold numbness–then the burning sensation hit you faster than you fell. 

That’s how you ended up lying in a bed at the E.R., cradling your arm against your chest like a wounded animal. 

You had already been checked by the nurse, who was an older blond woman named Dana, and now you were just waiting for a doctor. She had already set you up with an IV and some ice, telling you that you were gonna need an X-ray soon, before leaving the room. Well if you consider a bed surrounded by curtains a room.

You were hoping that when the doctor came they would have pain meds for you, because the burning sensation in your wrist was not getting any better.

You closed your eyes and started taking in some deep breaths trying to ignore the pain in your wrist, which was slowly making its way throughout the rest of your arm. When you opened your eyes again you saw a man pulling back the curtain enough for him to walk through before pulling it shut.

“Hello, I'm Dr- student Dr. Whitaker” he introduced himself while stuttering a bit.

He was wearing black scrubs and had short blond hair with beautiful blue eyes.

You smiled at him as you introduced yourself, taking note that your doctor was extremely cute.

When you did Dennis felt his heart flutter, he stood there admiring you. You were absolutely beautiful, he almost forgot why he was here in the first place, before his eyes drifted down and noticed your arm against your chest when he was reminded and brought back into reality.

He cleared his throat and quickly looked down at the clipboard in his hands with your chart.

“Broken wrist right?” he asked you timidly. 

“Think so, aren’t you supposed to tell me, you're the doctor” you responded playfully.

 “Right yeah umm,” Dr. Whitaker chuckled nervously, “y-yeah, i-it looks like you probably broke your wrist o-or at the least twisted it. We’re gonna have to wait for the x-ray uh to make sure, but in the meantime I can give you something for the pain” he sputtered out as his eyes glanced between you and his clipboard.

Dennis didn’t quite know why he was acting this way, he’d been working in the ER for about two months now, and this is a simple case, so why can’t he fucking think or talk straight? 

You nodded your head in response, before lolling it to the side.

“Do you have any allergies to medication?”

“Nope”

“Good, um does anything else hurt?” he asked you as he set the clipboard down and rolled the little stool over for him to sit on. “My leg is a bit sore, but that's it”

He nodded, “May I take a look at your wrist?” he held out his hand. 

You gave him your right wrist and he gently took it. Although his touch was gentle it still caused you to hiss in pain. He muttered out a few sorrys as he examined your wrist. 

“On a scale from one to ten, with ten being the worst, how bad is the pain?” 

“About a 7”

Dennis nodded thoughtfully when you answered. 

“Okay yeah ill definitely get you something stronger than ice” he said

He carefully placed your writs back down before standing up and moving back over to the computer. “I'm putting in an order for an x-ray” he explained while typing. “Once we see exactly what's going on we can decide if it needs a cast or just a brace”

You let out a soft groan, "Please tell me it's just a brace”

He glanced at you with a sympathetic smile, "I wish I could promise that, but judging by the swelling…”

You sighed dramatically, “i guess that's what i get for using a chair on a table instead of a ladder”

Dennis looked at you confused, “What were you doing standing on a chair on top of a table?” 

You chuckled, “I was hanging jellyfish for my class”

Dennis stared at you, still slightly confused, “You're a teacher?’

You nodded, “My class made paper jellyfish yesterday and I told them I would hang them up for them before they came back on  monday”

Dennis let out a slight chuckle, “That's cute, uh ya maybe next time use a ladder”

“Will do,” you nodded.

Dennis watched how your hair moved when you did, a stray piece falling in front of your face. 

He smiled.

“Let me go get those pain meds for you” Dennis said and grabbed the clipboard again. You watched him as he disappeared back behind the curtain. 

If a broken arm is the price you have to pay to have a cute guy treating you, maybe it was worth it?

You chuckled, shaking your head, the cool breeze carrying the sound to where Megumi stood, quietly but fiercely focused as always. His precision was commendable- but you knew better than to leave him unchallenged.

Because if you did, something would get bitten by his shikigami's.

“Fushiguro,” you said, walking over to him, “you’re relying too much on the shikigami. It’s a team effort—you and them. Don’t just send them in to clean up. They’re not tools.”

Megumi’s eyes flickered with acknowledgment, and he gave a curt nod, his focus unwavering.

“And Yuji!” you turned to him, shielding your eyes from the midday sun-fuck it was too bright. “You’re doing great, but stop hesitating. Trust your instincts, not just your strength.”

Yuji grinned, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

“Got it, sensei!”

From the periphery, Nanami watched.

He stood a distance away, arms crossed, his polished demeanor as unyielding as ever, but his sharp eyes softened whenever they lingered on you. Though the students referred to you as “sensei,” Nanami knew you had yet to internalize the title, you said it made you feel old. But you carried the role with such natural ease, yet humility kept you from embracing it fully.

Unbeknownst to you, two other instructors lingered at the edge of the courtyard, observing your session with undisguised skepticism. One of them, a senior professor from a separate class, let out a dismissive chuckle.

“She’s passionate, I’ll give her that,” the man muttered to his companion. “But enthusiasm doesn’t make a teacher. She’s a little too green for this, don’t you think? I mean, who even let her—”

A voice cut through the air like a razor.

“You mean my wife?”

The words landed with weight, heavy enough to still the bustling courtyard for a brief moment. Even Yuji paused mid-strike, blinking as though he hadn't heard corretly.

Nanami stepped forward, his strides measured but deliberate, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the vicinity. His tone was calm, his volume controlled, but there was no mistaking the underlying steel in his words.

The professor, taken aback, turned to face him, his mouth slightly agape.

“I—what?”

“My wife,” Nanami repeated, his voice firm, the emphasis on the word clear and deliberate. His brow furrowed just slightly, and he tilted his head, as if daring the man to question him further. “The one you’re so casually criticizing. Do you have a problem with how she’s handling her students?”

The professor faltered, clearly blindsided. “I didn’t—I wasn’t aware—”

“That much is obvious,” Nanami said flatly, cutting him off. “Because if you were aware, you would’ve chosen your words more carefully. My wife is more than qualified, and if you’d taken the time to observe her work—properly, not from the sidelines—you’d know that.”

The air crackled with tension as Nanami’s gaze bore into the man. The professor stumbled over his words, trying and failing to form a response, before finally muttering, “I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, his expression one of mild disbelief.

He clicked his tongue.

“Didn’t you?”

There was no malice in his tone, but the weight of his disapproval hung heavy in the air. The professor, thoroughly cowed, mumbled an apology and hurried away, his companion trailing behind him.

Satisfied, Nanami turned his attention back to you. You, who had remained blissfully unaware of the exchange, too focused on correcting Yuji’s form to notice the brief storm brewing on the sidelines.

“Nanami-sensei!” Nobara called, her voice breaking the tension. “Is it true? Are you two married?”

Yuji’s eyes went wide. “Wait, for real?! Sensei’s married to Sensei?!”

A lot of sensei's in one sentence.

Megumi just sighed, muttering something about how obvious it was.

You finally turned to face Nanami, confusion etched across your face.

“What’s going on?”

Nanami approached you, his expression softening the moment his eyes met yours.

“Nothing to worry about,” he said simply, brushing an invisible speck of dust off his sleeve. “Just clearing up a misunderstanding.”

“...Okay,” you said slowly, still puzzled but willing to take his word for it. “Well, since you’re here, care to give me some pointers? The kids could use a demonstration.”

He gave you a small, almost imperceptible smile, the kind that made your heart flutter no matter how many times you saw it. “Of course,” he said, his tone warming.

“Anything for you, sensei.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned.

And as the students watched in awe, the two of you moved seamlessly into a demonstration, your movements synchronized like a perfectly choreographed dance.

Nanami’s earlier confrontation was all but forgotten—except in the minds of those who’d witnessed it, where the words “my wife” lingered, a reminder of just how fiercely he would always defend you.

A/N: as i said, short n sweet, but yeah, nanami for the win

Masterlist.

“Do you think they’ll have any books I can read?” Emily asked, bringing Grace out of her funk. The blonde squeezed the steering wheel, sucking in a deep breath.

“I– I dunno, Em.” Grace forced out, looking at her daughter through the rearview mirror. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, but she didn’t want to tear them down either. She was so, so afraid that this would go horribly wrong…

“Well, It’s okay if they don’t, I brought one of mine just in case.” Emily continued, feeling around her seat so she could unbuckle herself. Grace nodded, unbuckling herself too. Emily would be fine– she was a brave kid.

Get a grip, Ashcroft.

They had arrived at the school earlier than the rest of the children. The principal had thought it would be a good idea for Emily to get used to her surroundings before the rest of the pups arrived, and Grace was extremely thankful to have that opportunity.

Grace opened the car door for Emily, helping her out and putting her backpack onto her shoulders. The little girl unfolded her cane with one hand, reaching out for her mother’s with the other. Grace gently squeezed Emily’s hand, trying to calm herself down.

The school itself was smaller, especially for a public one. The halls smelt overly clean, yet slightly stale. Emily’s little nose immediately crinkled.

As they walked closer to the classroom Emily was assigned to, a faint scent of freshly baked bread seeped into the air, cleansing the staleness. The scent was undoubtedly omega, and it eased Grace’s spiraling mind just slightly.

Grace paused in the doorway when she finally saw you. You looked like the most cliché version of a teacher that her mind could conjure up: oversized cardigan over your simple shirt, maxi-skirt fluttering around your ankles. The most humorous part? The name tag on your chest that read ‘Ms. Honey’ in pretty black lettering.

The alpha instantly knew her pup would be just fine with you. She still couldn’t quell the anxiety filling her mind, it refused to go away. Still, when you finally turned to look at them both and your face lit up with a smile, Grace felt her shoulders loosen up just slightly.

“Hi, you must be Emily!” You greeted the pup warmly, moving to stand in front of her and Grace. Your scent flooded Grace’s nose now, fresh bread with the slight sweetness of honey– ironic, considering your name. Everything about you seemed to be sweet.

“Hi.” Emily said shyly, still holding onto her mother’s hand.

“And you must be Ms. Ashcroft.” You finally addressed Grace, your warm demeanor never changing. “My name is Ms. Honey, it’s lovely to meet both of you!”

“I-It’s nice to meet you too.” Grace responded, with a small smile of her own. “And, just… uh, just Grace is– is fine.”

“Just Grace it is, then.” You nodded affirmatively, still smiling.

Grace listened intently as you proceeded to speak to them in detail about how the school day would function, and how you planned to make Emily feel more comfortable in such an alien setting. She could practically feel Emily relaxing as you continued to talk, and once you mentioned the braille books you had purchased? Emily’s entire face lit up. Grace knew you had successfully won the little girl over.

Within minutes, you were helping Emily set up her desk, and Grace just… watched. You interacted with Emily like you’d known her your whole life, and she could tell that her pup already felt safe around you

She will be fine. She likes Ms. Honey, and they get along well, everything will be just fine…

Grace sucked in a deep breath, before shakily exhaling. Other children would start trickling in the room soon, so it would probably be best if she said her goodbyes now…

“Hey Em, school’s gonna start soon, so I’m gonna— I’m gonna go, okay?” Grace said gently, kneeling at Grace’s desk.

“Okay.” The pup responded, sticking her folders inside of the desk. “I love you.”

Grace smiled, pressing a short kiss to Emily’s temple. “I love you more. I’ll see you later.”

“Let me walk you out.” You said, standing alongside Grace.

You stopped her at the doorway, your voice lowering. “I know you’re worried about Emily, but I think she’ll be just fine.”

Grace tensed slightly as you placed a hand on her bicep, giving it a comforting squeeze. She relaxed as she forced herself to continue breathing, your sweet scent filling her nose.

“Y-yeah. Thanks.” The blonde smiled awkwardly, not quite sure what to do while a pretty, kindhearted omega like you was trying to comfort her. Her mind was now not only filled with anxiety over Emily, but something else entirely.

“I’ll have the school contact you immediately if she needs you.” You reassured, finally breaking the contact and pulling your arm away. Grace nodded, letting out a quiet thank you, before turning on her heel and practically sprinting out the building.

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