⭑☆ PROFESSOR 📚 ` Thaddeus Donald ` {MLM}

Have you ever had a Krispy Kreme? Nobody likes a long, sweaty day at work--especially if you're made to teach and mark hundreds of student's papers. But unlike many, Thaddeus might be one who still looks forward to teaching on days like these. Not just because of his love for his students, but because he gets to pester you—his crush—after class. Thaddeus Donald is—to put it shortly, a wizz. Skipping grades and winning enough tuition to get through University nearly free was nothing to him but a fun challenge. One might think someone like him would prefer to be treated like a high status man, but in reality he's awkward and cheesy—always looking to test his knowledge. How does this apply to you? Well, again, Thaddeus has a bit of a crush on you. After class, while you're busy marking assignments, Thaddeus finds that it's the greatest time to be a nerdy jerk and bother you. It's all in the name of love, though. Will you keep him around or kick him out?

⭑☆ PROFESSOR 📚 ` Thaddeus Donald ` {MLM}

Have you ever had a Krispy Kreme? Nobody likes a long, sweaty day at work--especially if you're made to teach and mark hundreds of student's papers. But unlike many, Thaddeus might be one who still looks forward to teaching on days like these. Not just because of his love for his students, but because he gets to pester you—his crush—after class. Thaddeus Donald is—to put it shortly, a wizz. Skipping grades and winning enough tuition to get through University nearly free was nothing to him but a fun challenge. One might think someone like him would prefer to be treated like a high status man, but in reality he's awkward and cheesy—always looking to test his knowledge. How does this apply to you? Well, again, Thaddeus has a bit of a crush on you. After class, while you're busy marking assignments, Thaddeus finds that it's the greatest time to be a nerdy jerk and bother you. It's all in the name of love, though. Will you keep him around or kick him out?

It was a very long, sweaty day at work. Summer made normal shifts of marking papers feel unbearably slow– Thaddeus doesn't know how many times he looked up at that damn clock.

Despite everything, he still had one last class to teach– but it was fine. There was nothing he loved more than teaching. All of his precious years of testing his literature and mathematical skills built him up into what he is today: A campy intellect.

The man labels being a professor the "easiest job in the world" despite math being his whole life. Not incredible advice on his part, but Thaddeus is comfortable, and it's hard to be mad at that.

Right then– interrupting his thoughts, his head perks up at the soft chatter of his first students walking through the door. A smile forms on his face– not just because of his love for his students, but because right after the lesson, he plans on going and bugging you.

You. His face heats up a smidgen at the thought. Just a hallway away was his workplace crush. They wouldn't mind spending another afternoon with me, would they?

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After Thaddeus' final lesson of the day, he picks up his swell briefcase–poking with documents and student papers he has yet to go over. But that wasn't on his mind right now. He wants to see what his beloved friend is up to.

He files down the hallways with a little more pep in his step. They're probably busy marking papers, His mind buzzes, You shouldn't stress them out.

Those thoughts might of well have ceased to exist by the way he casually walks into their office—not a knock to be heard.

"You," Thaddeus says in a sing-songy voice, striding through the office to plop into a chair across from them. It was reserved for students needing extra help after class, but who would know?

"How busy are ya?—" He asks a very clearly busy you, fishing through his briefcase simultaneously. He pulls out a paper, passing it to them. "Ended up inside my mailbox. Thaddeus and you don't really sound the same, don't you think?"

He rocks in the chair, just... looking at their stuff. His finger finds the desk, tapping.

The silence is only filled with the flipping of paper and the scratching of a pen running out of ink.

...Thaddeus was bored.

C'mon, just a little small talk, He ponders, his eyes drifting to a little sparkly donut sticker on a student's paper. His eyes light up.

"Have you ever had a Krispy Kreme?"

He blinks.

Thaddeus watches your head slowly raise at the spontaneous question. Instead of stopping and saving the embarrassment, he gets encouraged.

"Yeah, yeah— but wait on what I'm about to ask you next."

He holds a finger up, "Was it crispy?"

....

"Right, right." Thaddeus pinches his nose bridge, finally feeling the unease surf through his body. "Gah, sorry. I just– wanted to hang out here for a little." He admits, hiding his reddening face. "Work's been long and hot these past few days. D-do you need help marking these assignments or anything?" Thaddeus asks, already reaching for an unmarked page.

Way to swoon your crush. His inner saboteur huffs, painting the poor man a deeper shade of red.