The only appropriate Uni course I could think for Misha was 'Literature' because if you've seen his Snapchat, his story is always about poetry... and he also writes poems.

Whatever Literature stuff I've put in thus is all thanks to my Literature class I took!

THIS IS SORT OF AN A.U.

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"...And that's exactly why Milton's 'Paradise Lost' is considered phenomenal," Professor Collins told the class, where many looked through the classic poem once again.

"Alright everyone, before I dismiss you all, I need to remind you of the individual presentations to be presented on your allocated topics of 'Twelfth Night' written by the wonderful William S.," The professor said and you nodded, feeling a bit anxious.

He waved his arm and said, "Class dismissed! Please leave your assignments on my desk for me to mark."

You got up from your seat after placing your laptop in your bag. You took out your 8-paged typed out binded task and climbed down the rows of seats.

You've taken Literature as your course in university and you're taught by Professor Misha Collins, a published poet and an amazing person who is super enthusiastic about the subject he teaches.

You placed your work on his table, he was writing something down on the board. You were going to leave the class but the professor stopped you.

"[y/n]! Please, a word," He said and smiled. You walked over to him and he leaned on his desk, one hand on the top while his feet were crossed over each other.

"I'm looking forward to your presentation! Your last one about Shakespearean conspiracies was eye-opening," He complimented and thanked him, although the feeling of nervousness didn't go away.

"Professor... I actually wanted to talk to you about my presentation," You said and he listened intently. He widened his eyes as he remembered something.

"But before you say anything else, do you mind walking with me to Professor Maurader's office? I need to give him my evaluations," He requested and you nodded happily.

You hugged onto your books in your hands and followed Professor Collins out of the class. You jogged a bit till you walked right next to him.

You couldn't help but notice his bowtie. He always wore one, with a blazer on top, making you wonder if he owned anything else.

He looks adorable in his-

Wait. One. Moment.

No way am I having the hots for my Literature teacher, You thought and shrugged the idea off.

"So tell me, what are your doubts about the presentation?" He asked and you cleared your throat.

"Well... I'm not sure what to make of Sebastian and Antonio's relationship throughout the play," You told and he nodded slowly.

You continued to walk beside him, glancing at people around you from time to time. They kept whispering and talking while looking at you and staring.

"We talked about homoeroticism in one of our previous lectures... You can apply that," He said and you sighed.

"I've talked about that but I don't know what else to do besides it," You explained, "Sure, the guys love each other and one of them is heartbroken but what else?"

He looked back to you and grinned, "Well that's up to you to find out, hence why I give assignments like these because they open up a student's mind and it helps others as well." You frowned.

The professor entered a class room and quickly left his documents on the desk. He smiled while he walked back, "Okay now I can give you my undivided attention."

You both started to walk back the way you came. "So, about your 'Twelfth Night' dilemma... I think you should talk about what you perceive their relationship like and how that plays a role on the characters in the play and how that affects Elizabethans of that time," Professor Collins told and you nodded.

"Okay so I can talk about if homoeroticism was acceptable or not?" You asked and he nodded. "Exactly! Now you're getting it," He responded, "You can talk about whatever you want as long as you can justify it to fit the criteria of Antonio and Sebastian's relationship."

You looked around at the rest of the people present in the open air campus ground. Once again, many whispered and continued to look at you and the professor.

You swallowed with difficulty.

"Uh professor... I want to ask you about those um, r-rumours," You said and fidgeted with your hands. He gave you a questioning look at first then nodded with clarity.

"Oh I've heard students talk about some on-campus romance with professor and student. Is it those rumours you're talking about?" He asked and you nodded. He sighed then shrugged, "I have no comment on those rumours."

He ran a hand through his hair, something he does when he's nervous or stressed out. You looked at him with suspicion which went away as quick as it came.

Rumours are pretty harmful, especially if it involves you. There have been these talks of you having some sort of sexual attraction towards Professor Collins, or vice versa. They weren't true at all but the fact that EVERYONE was talking about it was starting to have an effect and change your mind.

You shrugged it off, ignoring their looks and stares. You had a great student-teacher relationship with him and you weren't going to let people's opinions ruin it.

You entered your literature class and the professor looked to you with his arms crossed.

"What do you think about those rumours?" He questioned with a sort of serious expression. "I uh, it's stupid and I don't know," You looked to the floor, feeling anxious. He sensed that and walked towards you.

"You shouldn't let them bother you. You're one of my brightest students [y/n]," He told and smiled softly. He held your arms, "I wouldn't be surprised if I was in love with you."

He cleared his throat and quickly said, "Not that I am... that would be odd."

For some reason his words didn't bother you. It was luring and you felt seduced slightly. He had that smirk on his face that literally said 'eat me'.

He moved closer to you and tilted his head a bit. It was as if some sort of magnetic force acted upon the two of you. You couldn't pull away and you didn't want to from getting closer to him.

Before you knew it, your lips rested on his. It was like a peck, something short and sweet but meant something so much to you.

He pulled away, no hint of regret or apology on his face. You stood there in shock, speechless.

He looked behind your shoulder then looked behind himself, as if not wanting to get caught. He held your hand and pulled you towards his office, a room behind a wooden door in your literature classroom.

"Do you mind giving me ten minutes? Step into my office," He said and you nodded, confused. He opened the door and you stepped inside. He followed then locked it behind him.

You felt a little bit frightened but numb and definitely turned on. You didn't realise till this moment but you may actually be in love with Professor Collins.

He stepped towards you, slipping your bag off your shoulder then placing it to the side. He was so close to you that you couldn't help but pull him towards you. He picked you up and placed you on top of his desk.

It seemed so wrong but it felt so right to you.

You couldn't believe that he was your professor. He just felt like those guys that drag the girl to a secluded place in school in between classes to make out.

Honestly, there wasn't that much an age different between you both. The professor was quite young.

"I think I can say that those rumours are a fact," He said and raised his eyebrows, "God I hope I don't regret this."

It was the last thing he said before he kissed you oh so deeply. He stood between your legs, You had to keep moving forward because of how strongly he was making out with you.

"I'm going to get expelled for this," You said breathlessly. He placed his forehead on yours, "I'm going to get fired."

"I've never felt like this for a student. You're something different [y/n]," He said and kissed you. You pulled away after a few moments, "I'm not special professor."

"No you are... and it's Misha," He told and you nodded. It sounded weird, You rarely heard people call him by his first name.

You felt as if you were disobeying the natural order of the world but no opposing force to tell you to say 'No' to him came from within you.

You wrapped your hands around your neck, pulling him closer. You make out for another few minutes till you pull away, looking at your watch. You had another class.

"I'm sorry I have to... go," You said and cleared your throat. He held your hands and helped you down from the table. You straightened your clothes and hair and picked your bag up.

"So... We don't talk about this," He said rubbing his neck and you nodded. "Y-Yeah," You felt a bit shaken.

He opened the door for you and smiled, as if nothing had happened. You thanked him for helping with the presentation and walked out of his office.

"Hey, maybe I'll give you extra credit for our little... yeah," He said and winked at you with a grin. You turned red and smiled, shaking your head.

Misha walked back into his office, running a hand through his hair.

"What just happened..." He mumbled to himself and took a deep breath, raising his brows, "I need some damn strong coffee."

You no doubt stole his heart but, in the end, you were his student and he was your professor.

There's always a line that needs to be drawn.

Oh well.