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Jayce was pretty sure he was a great teacher.

After two fun years teaching science workshops at an elementary school, he was convinced he’d nailed the perfect job. The kids adored him, paid attention in class, and were super easy to entertain with the endless fun activities he brought in. The way their eyes lit up at even the simplest experiments gave him a kind of joy he couldn’t get from anything else.

That joy was what made him jump at the chance to teach physics in high school. If the little kids loved him, surely teenagers wouldn’t be that different, right?

Wrong. So, so wrong.

Day one was a total disaster. Jayce had prepped an amazing intro lesson, full of games and simple experiments to grab the students’ attention. He had even spent way too much time fixing his hair that morning, realizing that first-day nerves weren’t exclusive to students.

The classroom was a shared lab with the chemistry department, and as Jayce walked in, he felt a confidence that, in hindsight, could only come from complete ignorance. He took a deep breath, swung the door open, and three things hit him right away:

1. Teenagers smelled way worse than elementary kids.

2. They were not kids. They were mini-adults, —and Jayce could feel himself starting to sweat.

3. And why was there a blue-haired girl dancing on a desk?

The room was pure chaos. Students were yelling, the noise was deafening, and everything was a mess—even though the bell had just rung. Jayce quietly walked to his desk, put down his bag of supplies, and realized no one even noticed him.

— “Uh, hey? class? Hello?”

Not a single head turned. Jayce’s confidence shattered a bit, but he wasn’t giving up that easily. He raised his voice—a rare move for him.

— “Alright, everyone, quiet down and take your seats, please!”

A few teens actually looked his way, and the chaos settled just enough for people to find their seats, though the chatter didn’t stop. Pulling a piece of chalk from his pocket, Jayce wrote his name on the board.

— “I’m Mr. Talis, and I’ll be your physics teacher this year.”

For the first time, the room actually went quiet. Jayce finally got a good look at his students. Two girls in the back were looking at him, whispering and laughing, but everyone else? They were completely checked out. Some were playing with a paper ball, others were glued to their phones or sketching in their notebooks.

Jayce realized that if anyone was going to fill the silence, it had to be him.

— “So, uh, as you know, physics is—”

— “Mr. Talis, are you new here? I’ve never seen you in the halls before”. — a red-haired girl interrupted from the back.

— “Uh, yeah. This is my first year here.”

That was all it took. Suddenly, all eyes were on him—just for a second. Then the students started looking at each other and burst into laughter. Jayce felt like he’d shown up to school naked. The noise level shot through the roof, and whatever enthusiasm he’d had walking in completely crumbled.

For the rest of the hour, Jayce tried to stick to his plan—a few trivia questions, a group game—but no one was paying attention. The only time anyone talked to him was to ask for a bathroom pass or to awkwardly ask if he was married.

By the time the bell rang, Jayce was just done. He started packing up his stuff while a few students stuck around for their next class—chemistry.

Just as Jayce reached the door, it swung open, and in walked a man. He was noticeably shorter than Jayce, with pale skin and round, old-school scientist glasses. What caught Jayce’s attention even more was the polished wooden cane the man leaned on as he made his way directly to the teacher’s desk, completely ignoring Jayce’s presence.

Jayce’s first thought? They are going to eat him alive.

But when the man raised a single slender finger to his lips, the entire room went dead silent. Every single teenager returned to their seat, straightened their posture, and fixed their gaze forward.

Jayce stood frozen. Was this a prank?

— “Professor, if you wouldn’t mind stepping out and closing the door, I’d like to start my lesson.” said the man without even looking at him.

Oh, Jayce thought, it’s the accent. That’s why they listen. I get it.

— “Excuse me? Professor?”

Now the man was looking at him, and his eyes could’ve cut through steel.

Oh. It’s not just the accent.

— “Oh! Uh, yeah, of course. Sorry about that. Good luck with your class”

Jayce practically sprinted out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang.

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physics professor jayce x chemistry professor viktor au… thinking

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