Grimmbae
What is a sleep schedule?
She was a sixteen year old student and he was a thirty-something year old computer science teacher. He was the only person to ever give her the time of day within those school grounds, and that caused her heart to swell. A story about a naive schoolgirl lacking confidence, and a teacher with the best intentions.
I'm going to be holding in my head Little Witch Academia faceclaims as I'm writing. For the sake of simplicity, the characters will be called Atsuko (Akko) Kagari and Andrew Hanbridge respectively; however, this story does not take place in the LWA universe, but a very average English Secondary School! I'm seeking someone who is a fan of studentxteacher pairings and wants to play the teacher! If you're interested and can match me in detail please let me know below!
Starter:
You had no idea how it had come to this. Well honestly, you did, but it shouldn’t have come to this, and life just isn’t fair. You’d always been the stereotypical misfit. Your hair was always a little too fluffy. You were tall, and you played football. What sort of girl plays football? “You man.” Anywhere that wasn’t the pitch where you could wipe the floor with everyone through skill, you were shy and awkward. You were always bullied. Taunted by the lads and shunned by the girls. It was only today when you had to go and trip and drop the open bottle of water you were carrying that things went especially awry. The girls were feeling especially wicked, apparently. One accidentally soggy shirt and the whole group wants to dump their fresh coffee over you. Deep joy.
You ran. You full on sprinted, thanking your “too”-muscular legs for your speed. You didn’t really know where you were going. Just… Away from there. The girls would never catch you, not with their impractical strapless pumps, but they always had a set group of boys wanting a piece of them around, and you just knew that they would be sent after you. Teenagers are wicked.
Then it hit you as you were running, pretty much completely out of breath (you were a sprinter; football players don’t need to run marathons, they need to be capable of explosive bursts). You could use him. He, the one that didn’t blank you as you sat fighting away tears as you were mocked. He would understand, surely, and offer you a safe place. Unfortunately for you though, his classroom was on the opposite side of the school grounds.
By the time you had reached his room you were a mess. You were gasping for air, pale, with sweat trickling hideously down your forehead. You didn’t knock. You could see from the windows as you approached that he was without company. You recalled him once saying that he preferred to eat his lunch as far away from the staffroom as possible. He’d said it was dull in a jovial tone, but you didn’t really believe that he was joking.
“H-Hide me!”
I'm going to be holding in my head Little Witch Academia faceclaims as I'm writing. For the sake of simplicity, the characters will be called Atsuko (Akko) Kagari and Andrew Hanbridge respectively; however, this story does not take place in the LWA universe, but a very average English Secondary School! I'm seeking someone who is a fan of studentxteacher pairings and wants to play the teacher! If you're interested and can match me in detail please let me know below!
Starter:
You had no idea how it had come to this. Well honestly, you did, but it shouldn’t have come to this, and life just isn’t fair. You’d always been the stereotypical misfit. Your hair was always a little too fluffy. You were tall, and you played football. What sort of girl plays football? “You man.” Anywhere that wasn’t the pitch where you could wipe the floor with everyone through skill, you were shy and awkward. You were always bullied. Taunted by the lads and shunned by the girls. It was only today when you had to go and trip and drop the open bottle of water you were carrying that things went especially awry. The girls were feeling especially wicked, apparently. One accidentally soggy shirt and the whole group wants to dump their fresh coffee over you. Deep joy.
You ran. You full on sprinted, thanking your “too”-muscular legs for your speed. You didn’t really know where you were going. Just… Away from there. The girls would never catch you, not with their impractical strapless pumps, but they always had a set group of boys wanting a piece of them around, and you just knew that they would be sent after you. Teenagers are wicked.
Then it hit you as you were running, pretty much completely out of breath (you were a sprinter; football players don’t need to run marathons, they need to be capable of explosive bursts). You could use him. He, the one that didn’t blank you as you sat fighting away tears as you were mocked. He would understand, surely, and offer you a safe place. Unfortunately for you though, his classroom was on the opposite side of the school grounds.
By the time you had reached his room you were a mess. You were gasping for air, pale, with sweat trickling hideously down your forehead. You didn’t knock. You could see from the windows as you approached that he was without company. You recalled him once saying that he preferred to eat his lunch as far away from the staffroom as possible. He’d said it was dull in a jovial tone, but you didn’t really believe that he was joking.
“H-Hide me!”
