Love me-Student!Canada x Teacher!Male!Reader

Student!Canada x Teacher!Male!Reader

Student!Matthew x Teacher!Male!Reader
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-Hey Cheerilee, Hey Cheerilee -

-I'm afraid to raise my hand-


You were a teacher for a public college in a pretty large city. Matthew was a transfer student from Canada who was failing your classes. For being at a young age it surprised many people that you were teaching history and art, and you're only 22 years old.


-I have something to ask you-

-cause I want to understand-



Matthew fidgeted in his seat. His teacher, Mr. ___L/N____, just walked into the class room. The blond student couldn't figure out why he felt the way he did when ever his teacher walked in. He felt nervous, his palms would get sweaty and he wouldn't be able to even think right. He often would let his mind wonder as well as his eyes, which he found would often be pointed at his teachers behind...



-It's not about homework-

-It's about 1 plus 1 is 2-



He wrote a note, a freaking note! Of all things he could have done, he wrote a note. Matthew turned his attention back towards Mr. ____L/N____ lesson, he was lecturing something about the German U-boats sinking the Lusitania in World War I. Still contemplating on leaving the note for Mr. ____L/N___, Matthew sighed and slid the note back into his binder.


“Can you answer this, Mr. ___L/N___? What would be you plus me?”



-I don't want you to teach me-

-I just want to be with you-


'He's sleeping again...' Mr ___L/N___ frowned at his failing student. The Canadian student had his head buried in his arms, blocking the sun. Sighing, the young teacher went back to his lecture.


'I really wish be would pay attention...'




-Hey Cheerilee, Cheerilee- x3

-I think I'm in love with you-



Matthew stood in front of his teachers desk. It was after school hours and the only other student left occupying the college building were band, theater/drama/glee, a few clubs, sports, or students there for tutoring. Mr. ____L/N____ looked up from grading paper. His ___e/c___ eyes met with violet orbs staring back nervously back at him.

“Can I help you, Mr. Williams?” the teachers voice rang out. Matthew jumped at the startling calmness his teachers voice.

“I-i-i-i-i l-lo-lo...I-i....never mind...it's nothing...”



-Hey Cheerilee, Cherrilee-

-I'm afraid to see you after school-



“I can't do it, I can't do it!” Currently Matthew's half brother and cousin, Alfred and Francis, were pushing him towards his teachers classroom.



-I can't come to see you after school-

-and tell you that you're cool-



“You have to do it, dude!”

“But he's my teacher! And a guy! What if he doesn't even go that way?!”

“But what if he does? Remember, love has no bounds. Come on, mon ami, would you rather confess and get rejected or have a chance or never now and live with those feelings?”



“....the second one....”



-It's not about my test-

-or about my homework you should grade.-




“Mr. ___L/N___, can I have a meeting sometime soon?” Mr. ____L/N____ looked up and nodded.

“Of course, I'm free tonight and Friday.”

“Is tonight good?”



-I don't want you to tell me-

-I just want to go on a date-




Matthew stood in front of his teachers desk just like before.


“Okay, Mr. Williams, What did yo-”

“PLEASEGOOUTONADATEWITHME!” Mr. ___L/N____ stared at Matthew as a blush spread across his cheeks.

“Wha-what?” Matthew panicked and his face began to match his bright red maple leaf sweat shirt.

“P-please....go on a....a-a...date...with me?” There was a pause. “I-i-i'm sorry! That was stupid of me, you're probably married, I'll drop the class-”

“Yes.”

“I-i-i'll....eh? What?”

“Yes, I'll go on a date with you. I mean it's not the ideal way to have a relationship, between a student and a teacher but yes, I will go on a date with you.” Another pause. Matthew stared at his teacher, now date, in disbelief before fainting with a dull thud.

“M-matthew! Oh my god are you okay?!” The young teacher ran towards his to check on him right when Alfred and Francis barged into the room.


“W-whoa! Is he okay?! Dude! Get up!” Alfred ran to Matthew and immediately started to check his pulse and temperature. “Well he's okay, everything's normal but what happened? What did you say to him?” _______ looked between the two brothers before answering.

“I...I said yes...” Both Alfred and Francis paused and smiled.

“You said yes, Monsieur ____L/N___? Ohonhonhonhonhon~ Don't worry He'll be fine, just give him a few minutes.”

“O-oh okay...Geez Mr. Williams, you scared me half to death...” _______ smiled at the fainted Canadian.... “But now, will you finally pay attention in class?” The multi-teacher leaned close to his students ear and whispered, “Or would you like a different method of teaching?” And with that the shy blond shot up into a sitting position with his face bright red....again matching his sweater.