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คDATING A PROFESSOR (MATT'S VERSION) * MATT STURNIOLO * BLURB
SUMMARYใ::ใMatt thought dating a teacher would be hot. He didn't expect to need Google to understand when she's flirting.
FEATURINGใMatt Sturniolo x teacher!readerใใREQUESTED?ใno.
WARNINGSใ::ใage gap (mentioned).
AUTHOR'S NOTEใ::ใthat is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
A/Nยฒใ::ใi was studying calculus yesterday night, and had this idea after remembering how Matt mentioned having a crush on a teacher once ๐ญ๐๐ป.
Y/N wakes up late. Not just a little late, no, late enough that her brain does the fast math of everything she's already behind on. Mr. Biles is gonna have her head-
She beats herself up for agreeing to go to that hangout with the triplets at Gabi's and Josh's house the day before. She knew they would stay there until early morning, and she agreed even though she had to teach a damn class of Calculus II at 7 AM sharp.
Her eyes glance quickly toward the small clock above the bedside table while she throws on a random grey sweater - she was sure that she could smell Matt's cologne in it, but oh well. First lecture is in less than thirty minutes. Great.
Books go into the bag. Calculator. Notebook full of writing. Laptop. Half the physics department, probably-
She rushes out of the bedroom with her too-damn-heavy bag thrown over her shoulder, silently thanking Matt for choosing the room next to the kitchen all those years ago.
Matt is by the counter making himself some cereal when she rushes past, opening the fridge door and grabbing the first thing she sees. A cold Monster. Huh, good enough.
She presses a quick kiss to his half opened chapped lips on the way out.
"Bye- late." She says, already halfway to the door, managing to rush downstairs without stumbling over her own feet.
Matt just stands there with the metallic spoon in his hand.
His girlfriend teaches advanced engineering mathematics at a university that terrifies him. I mean, he did fail algebra once.
About an hour later his phone buzzes, Y/N's contact name popping up on his lock screen above a picture of both of them when they went to Milan by themselves last summer break. His eyebrows furrow a bit as he checks the time. It's probably the break between her first and second class.
He opens the notification and his eyebrows furrow even more - if that's even possible.
x^2 + (y - cbrt(x^2))^2 = 1
"Oh absolutely not." He says to nobody.
He turns the phone sideways like that will help. It does not help.
She does this sometimes. Sends numbers like they're normal communication.
"Babe, what am I supposed to do with this?"
For a second he considers pretending he understands, but that feels dangerous. He never knows what goes on inside her crazy brain. So he opens Google.
He types the entire cursed equation in before clicking enter.
A whole bunch of graphics pops up, and Matt leans closer, squinting at them.
Y/N texted him an equation whose graph is a heart.
His face does that slow silly smile thing before he can stop it.
"You're such a nerd." He mutters, impressed.
His girlfriend is possibly the biggest academic weapon alive with all her knowledge of years and years of studying and teaching like an insane woman, and she just flirted with him using calculus.
A second later he sends another message.
love you too professor โค๏ธ
