#darkerviu

[darkerviu]

Nutty and Nice

tags: future dark!professor steve rogers, college student reader

note: hope you like this first chapter!

do not interact with my works if you are under 18. most of them include future dead dove, noncon/dubcon.

The bell rings and you walk out of the classroom. People crowd the hallways in every corner. One woman bumps into you and your phone falls out of your hands. She didn’t even stop to say sorry. 

You sigh. Among these hallways, you feel miniscule. Invisible. But you liked it that way. You make your way to the nearest bench placed just outside the campus to breathe some fresh air. 

Comfort waves over you as you sit in your usual spot near the cafe, a small table meant for two people to share. But ever since this semester started, it’s just been you and your sketchbook. The empty pages make you huff in despair. You like being an art student– hell, you love it– but sometimes university squeezes out every creative juice until you run dry. 

Where should I take inspiration for my next project? You flip through, remnants of dried acrylic peeling off from some pages. You can’t afford to slack off, not when you’ve been at the top of the class. Should it be grotesque? Animated? 

You go back to the last page. Your last sketch is of your art professor himself, Steve Rogers, done a week ago when you last attended his class. The lighting from the windows was too perfect and you couldn’t resist picking up your pencil. He was damn attractive. But my god, he was such a tight-ass. He quickly became the bane of your existence ever since he introduced himself.

“Miss…” You hear your last name called. “Mind if I sit?”

Of course. It was the devil himself, wearing a long brown coat. You nod and close your sketchbook.

He carries a cup of coffee for himself and places another one on the table. “For you.”

You stammer. “For me?”

“Didn’t see you in class today,” He smiles, obviously trying to ease the tension. A glint of seriousness in his eyes. “Was wondering if I did something wrong. It was quite aberrant of you not to attend.”

“You didn’t– no, Mr. Rogers, I was only trying to prepare for my other subjects. You know how finals week can be.” 

He nods. You think his disheveled blond hair adds to his charm.  “I saw you coming out of Odinson’s class.” 

You take it back. He’s still the same strict asshole. When you don’t reply, he says, “How is it you got no time for your major subjects but still attending your minors?”

How is it that you still have the time to borderline harass students outside class hours? “The… grandeur of Mr. Odinson's lessons aren't really my type,” you squeak. You wish you could speak up more. “He can be a bit tangential with his discussions.” 

Steve laughs. “I don’t mean it in a bad way! He’s just– adjunct.” You take a sip of the coffee he gave you. Caramel syrup with cinnamon. Your favorite. 

“Adjunct. Right. That’s cute,” You tremble under his gaze. The last thing you want is for him to think you have such infantile worries. 

Why do you even care in the first place? It was the first time you took an absence from his class, dammit! “I’m sorry, Mr. Rogers. I’ll be back in class next week.” The hot beverage in your hand tingles. You want to throw it in his stupid face. He had no right to lecture you outside campus. 

Steve nods again. Interacting with him up close just worsens your anxiety. “You better be. Attendance is counted for the final grade. Low marks wouldn’t suit your whole… ingénue persona.” You were confused. “See you in class next week.” 

He stands up and leaves, footsteps echoing in the pavement. What a strange man. 

You open your sketchbook again. Your professor’s face stares back at you. You can only glare at it in return.