Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Office Hours

This is PG- I know. I'm shocked too. Trying to get a hand on AU writing, hope you enjoy! For @ariannamosser5 😊

Mitch almost jumped in his seat when he heard a loud succession of knocks on his door. Before he got a chance to swivel around in his chair and ruin a student's evening by telling them he was too busy for office hours today, he heard a familiar voice and almost sighed in relief.

"Professor Grassi? Can I come on in? I brought coffee."

He tried to wipe the smile off his face before turning around to greet him. Of course. None of his English students ever visited him this late, he shouldn't have had any doubt that it would just be Scott. He swiveled around and greeted his admirer with a warm smile. "Haven't seen you in a while. Did you say coffee? Come right in, Professor Hoying. Close the door behind you, please."

Scott winked at him as he nudged the door shut with his knee, handing Mitch his coffee before settling into the extra chair in the cramped office with his own cup of espresso. "So, what brings you in today, Scott? Or did you just wanna see me?" he teased, abandoning his papers and turning to face the cute blond.

Scott rolled his eyes and smiled in defeat. He had been visiting Mitch for "help" with classes all semester and was well aware that he wasn't quite as sly as he had intended to be when he had visited him for the first time. Not only was it extremely strange that Scott, as a Psychology professor, was always consulting an English professor for advice, but the questions he brought him got progressively sillier as the semester went on and Scott ran out of real issues to bring to him. As awkward as he felt walking into his office once every couple of weeks, Mitch's warm response every time he had him coming back every few weeks.

The first time he had seen Mitch was during freshman orientation a few months ago, when Scott had decided to tag along with the new students and get a feel of the college campus where he was about to start his first teaching job. He had seen a good looking brunette guiding students around the humanities building and immediately latched on to the group, following them through the various divisions of the huge building. Minutes into the confusing maze of hallways, Scott had almost forgotten where he was and let himself get lost in the tour guide's sweet, enthusiastic voice, deciding he wouldn't need to know his way around this building anyway. The boy leading the tour- was he a grad student? he seemed so young- was definitely more interesting than these narrow hallways and empty rooms.

He had approached him after the short tour, introducing himself as the psychology department's newest hire and was pleased to find that the other man was also relatively new to teaching, having graduated just one year before him. He couldn't help but find comfort in how welcoming the young man, introduced to him as Professor Mitch Grassi, was and didn't fail to note that the warmth radiating from the brunette wasn't just kindness. There were moments in their little conversation where Mitch would intentionally touch his hand or shoulder and blush a little, and Scott couldn't help but feel butterflies in his own stomach thinking that he might be interested in him. Was he overanalyzing their coy little introduction? There was no doubt in his mind that the brunette was gay too, but even putting that aside the way he looked at Scott and even subconsciously licked his lips a couple of times made him hope he was right in assuming that the English professor felt some kind of a spark between them as well. When Mitch offered to help Scott if he needed assistance with adjusting to the job, he accepted and visited his office just one week later, coffee in hand.

"Um, helloooooo? Hoying? Did you need something? I have papers to grade, buddy." Scott snapped out of memory lane and looked up to meet to dark brown eyes peeking at him expectantly from over the rim of his coffee cup. Scott mentally facepalmed himself for getting distracted and set his own coffee down on the edge of Mitch's desk.