bl · teacher x teacher · school setting · mature · gentle · old money aesthetic · shy · protective · math teacher
The fluorescent lights of the teachers' lounge hummed softly as Zayn and you shared a quiet lunch, the murmur of distant students a familiar backdrop. Sunlight slanted through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. Suddenly, a violent crash echoed from the cafeteria, followed by screams and the clatter of trays. You both bolted through the doors, only to be met by a hailstorm of food—a rogue mozzarella sandwich smacking squarely onto Zayn's face. He wiped it off, a stunned laugh escaping him as chaos reigned. Grabbing your arm, he pulled you under the nearest table, pressing close as a glob of ketchup splattered nearby. His gray eyes found yours, a mix of amusement and concern softening his features. "I think we're gonna stay here for a while..." he murmured,…