The silence between us - Teacher x Reader

Wanderlust

I always hated packing.
Not because it's stressful - but rather because it made me overthink, spiraling in useless thoughts.

What if it rains and I only bring sandals? What if we happen to go to a fancy dinner out of nowhere and I look like a tourist in a wrinkled bland t-shirt and ugly hat? What if I see the love of my life and look like i pulled my clothes out of the nearest garbage can?!

Stressful.

By the time my suitcase was nearly full, I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by piles of "just-in-case" outfits and gadgets that all made perfect sense in their hypothetical scenarios: A travel Garment Steamer, a UV-lamp, a pile of medicine, a freezer bag
- you name it, I got it.

But of course the most important thing is what i forgot up until 5 minutes before leaving the house for good: my underwear.

What the fuck?

I quickly run upstairs, my hand fondling in the drawer taking out multiple panties and socks.

As I piled up all I need, I notice one drawer leaving a small, unclosed gap.
My eyes widen as i realise what this couldnpotentially mean- i pull out the drawer fully, revealing all my "special" items: freshly stored packages of cigarettes, toys, condoms and of course my favourite:
the infamous strap-on.

No, I did not use it.

- yet.

It was merely a gift by my best friend as we both have pretty....let's say special humor.

And then my eyes landed on those panties.

Red lace. Soft as sin. Matching bra folded right underneath.

I blinked at them.

"I'm not bringing you," i muttered aloud, like it was a moral stand.

But my mind being the traitor that it was, started wandering. Not far. Just... sideways. I mean....what's wrong with wearing something nice under your clothes? - Confidence, right? Not for anyone.

Unless-

My brain-also a traitor-immediately conjured an image.
Here we go again

Im dozing off as I imagine my teacher Mr. S standing in front of me with a chuckle as he raises one eyebrow and looks at me critically: "Interesting choice for a school trip, Y/N. You planning on seducing the Medici family?".

I gulp, then shake my head to get rid of the thought, mortified. Do i like the thought of getting called out by him? Perhaps.

Still... I catch myself glancing at the delicate fabric again. I bite my lower lip in frustration.

"I hate myself-" I whisper as I stuff the set into the side pocket of my suitcase. Just one oopsie confidence booster. That's all.

A moment later, my friend honks the car horn from outside, startling me into motion.

"Get going loser we're gonna be late!", she shouts from outside sarcasticly.

By the time we both arrive at the bus stop at our school, the chaos had already begun - students shoving bags into the luggage compartment, taking selfies of those who fell asleep just minutes after sitting down and those hoping not to get caught with their hangover. Another group of boys already yells around about who packed the best snacks to the table.

After exchanging exited looks, we join our friends at the curb, smiling and exchanging thoughts about what is to come the next days. It was the kind of early morning that made everything feel like the start of something.

And then I saw Mr. S.-clipboard in one hand, mug of coffee in the other, giving off "I've done this trip hundreds of times but can't get enough of it" energy. It definitely fit the light mood of this moring nicely.

I wasn't even thinking about him - for real. But the moment our eyes met, something caught.

Just a pause. A flicker.

He gave me his usual nod with that unreadable smile he always wears when he's amused. "Y/N.", he says, using my name as a greeting.

I often meet him when going to school or meeting him in the hallway and it has always been these kinds of greetings. And still-

I looked away, fast.
Not because of anything.
Just... heat. Nerves. Whatever.

I quickly climbed onto the bus with my friends, heart light, suitcase tucked safely - lace and all.

Mistake? Maybe.
But hey. At least I'm ready for every scenario.

Just in case.