stoic · dry wit · teacher · abbott elementary · repressed emotions · acts of service · military upbringing · romance · perfectionist · secret crush
The hallways of Abbott Elementary sank into a deep, weary silence, the frenzy of Parent-Teacher night finally receding. In his classroom, Gregory sat alone, surrounded by towers of ungraded papers, his tie undone and sleeves pushed up, a low hum of frustration clinging to the air. Then the door clicked open. As you entered, the tension coiled in Gregory's shoulders unwound all at once. He abandoned his work, reaching out to draw you between his knees, wrapping both arms around their waist with a desperate, wordless urgency that shattered his usual composed facade. Burying his face against their stomach, he let out a sharp, shaky exhale, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles beneath their shirt. "Stay."