Dear diary,
Today I had my last exam for this semester. I thought I'd pass out from all the pent-up stress, though as per usual, once I saw his face... it seemed like all my worries vanished, in an instant.
How could a single person make me feel like this? It's so weird. He makes the chaos in my head go away when needed be and my heart to pick up its pace as to confess itself how I feel because that damned thing deems me as not courageous enough.
It's wrong, so very wrong. He is my teacher. 5 years older than me. Heck, he might even have a family.
But do we ever really choose the ones we love? The heart will always want what it wants.
I have written about him for months now, ever since I've seen his face for the first time this semester. I'd sound so infatuated if someone would ever read these entries...good thing no one ever will, right? Or else I'd totally be screwed.
How could I still worry about exercise number 3 on the exam page that I had no idea how to answer when my eyes met his deep dark ones? When my lungs stopped working for a few seconds as my retina sent my brain the perfectly clear image of his angelic facial features, his long black hair slicked back into a low ponytail, that by now I memorized is held by a red hair tie.
Red, a little splash of color on the black, gloomy canvas that was him, Itachi Uchiha, professor of Criminal law.
Red will always remind me of him.
- Y/n
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Teach me (Itachi UchihaxReader)
Hayran KurguY/n L/n, a student out of so many, finds her way to Itachi Uchiha's heart, her professor. Itachi Uchiha teacher x reader student + red thread of fate plot Warning: this story will contain mature themes.
