Start song: back for me by electric guest

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Seemingly after having Mr.Dun as a teacher for the past 2 weeks and a half Tyler had only grown more intimidated by him although having just begun to feel comfortable around him after they'd talked in the gym just a few days ago. It was a moment he'd started replaying in his head more often then he'd care to admit and he couldn't figure out why.

And seemingly he'd been regressing more and more since he'd met him. He couldn't pin point why but god did his teacher know just how to regress him without meaning too. He hadn't regressed in class, he hadn't regressed since he'd had his talk with Mr.Dun but he could feel his mind trying to push him into the headspace, he wanted to delve into it every time his teacher spoke a single word to him. Tyler felt vulnerable and he hated it. He felt shy and he hated it.

Naturally Mr.Dun was also getting back into the rhythm of teaching. He controlled the class in a way Tyler hadn't really seen before while still being nice although teasing with just about all of his students. Tyler figured it was apart of his character.

It was admirable though, he didn't take shit from students. He didn't hesitate to send anyone out of class either if they were misbehaving. He'd quirk an eyebrow their way as a warning sign, Tyler payed close attention when he did this. He couldn't not.

Today he was snug in a white button up with cuffed sleeves, black skinny jeans and his usual coffee in between his hands. He was sat on the desk having moved stacks of papers away and to the side to make room for him. Tyler couldn't keep his eyes off of him as he spoke and toyed with his sleeves.

"Next Friday we're having our first evaluated test of the semester." The class groaned, Tyler's heart sped up in acknowledgement of the basketball game he have right after. He'd be fine.

Mr.Dun chuckled, amused.

"You'll have to write and essay on your chosen reading novel." He glared at the class suspiciously. "So if you haven't finished your book yet you have a little over a week."

He paused, most of the class including Tyler was nodding along.

"And if you want a good grade I suggest going over our notes on how to write a proper essay. Structure is important and if you don't know how to structure an essay at this point you're going to have a tough time after high school and you're going to get a bad grade."

Tyler may have ducked his head down at that, he wasn't the best at writing essays. He never had been. No one really noticed.

"Today is a work period so you can start choosing topics and all that good stuff. I am picking up your essay outlines at the end of every class to keep tabs on your progress." 

"Any questions?" His eyes scanned over everybody in a piercing gaze. He paused at Tyler for a moment before coughing and delicately bringing his travel mug to his lips.

"Perfect. Now uh-Tyler come hand out the essay outlines please and if any of you need help or don't understand the available topics come speak to me."

Tyler didn't know why he'd somehow become the student his teacher couldn't help but call-out at least once a day. Nothing really made sense to him, he didn't really mind though. It was hard to care because Mr.Dun clearly wanted him around.

Over the passed few days Tyler had become much more aware of his favourite teacher, more aware of the yellow of his hair and the way it curled at the nape of his neck, more aware of his hindering coffee addiction that Tyler assumed left him smelling like caffeine and more aware of how intimidating he really was.

One thing he'd especially noticed was how damn attractive he was. It was an accident when the realization had really hit, he was at Brendon's house after school and for once he wasn't falling into the cavity of little space.

The whole group was there and unmistakably they'd gotten onto the topic of guys and when Dallon has asked Tyler if he found anyone more attractive then he had in his previous years the first person to come to mind was Mr.Dun. And now he couldn't really look at him in any other way, he couldn't really stop noticing all the little things that made him irresistible. He blamed hormones and Ashley and her new found swooning over his teacher. He couldn't escape him.

So when Tyler got called out he flushed, an unmistakable blush dusted his cheeks as he stood up to grab the papers from Mr.Dun's hands. He sat smug as the class went back to their chatter and smiled at Tyler when he approached.

There was a moment where their eyes locked in the weirdest way possible and Tyler bit his lip hard out of habit as he stood in front of him.

Mr.Dun placed an even stack of papers in Tyler's hands. "One each."

"Okay." Tyler said quietly.

He looked like he wanted to say something more but he only said. "Thank you."  Before getting back behind his desk in a swift motion.

And Tyler passed out the papers, small talk being made every few deals with peers who knew him as the best basket ball player in the school. Everyone knew him and Tyler could feel Mr.Dun watching him, he could sense it as he wasted time away. He'd known these kids since the 9th grade and was familiar with all of them. When he'd made his rounds and set his very own paper back on the desk he gave his teacher a nervous glance before going back to his desk.

Tyler did his best, pulling out the book he'd read along with some sticky-notes. He had to choose two themes present in the book and compare them which didn't seem all that complicated but he ran into a problem. He had no idea where to start and couldn't really remember anything about essay writing although it had just been taught.

The paper everyone had been given did help but considering he didn't have his notes and wasn't allowed to use his phone he couldn't remember what on earth a thesis statement was. He needed help and after half and hour of scratching at the back of his head and losing concentration over and over again he refused to ask Mr.Dun even though he definitely needed too. He was at a loss and everything was confusing him. He could ask Jenna but he didn't want to bother her.

So by the end of class he hadn't filled out his essay outline and was frustrated. He wanted his friends.

The bell rang, he left his sheet on his desk as he packed up his stuff into his arms. Everyone was already gone.

Jenna stayed behind and waited for him a for a second though but when he was taking too long she said. "Bye Tyler."

"Wait let me walk with you." He said as he let his paper fall to the floor so he could join her. She continued though and he couldn't catch up because his name was called by a familiar voice.

"Tyler wait."

Tyler paused by the doorway. Of course with his luck he'd have to stay behind for a few extra minutes. He turned slowly, classmates pushing by him as he approached his teacher. "Huh?"

Surely enough Mr.Dun was holding up his empty paper between his index finger and thumb. "Your paper hasn't been filled."

Tyler flushed in embarrassment, toying with his pencil case as he tried to keep it underneath his armpit. "Oh- Yeah, I just didn't get it."

Mr.Dun frowned. "You could've asked for help that's why I'm here."

"Sorry. I was just gonna try and figure it out at home maybe. I like doing things on my own."

He sighed, tucking Tyler's papers along with the rest. "Hey, it's fine. But really I'm here to help. Do you have all your notes?"

Tyler nodded. "At home. Don't worry I've got this."

All of his notes were stored in the same binder, he rarely bothered bringing them to school because really it didn't feel necessary to him. Overviewing notes didn't happen often and it felt more continuent having them all in one place.

"Okay good, good. I just wanted to make sure." And maybe Mr.Dun was just a touchy person, maybe it was out of instinct but his hand met Tyler's shoulder. A tight firm reassuring grasp that everything was going to be okay. His coach was like this too, a hand on a shoulder but this was different.

Tyler shuddered, he smiled. "T-thank you."

Mr.Dun furrowed a brow. "No problem."

And then Tyler was leaving, joining the crowd in the hallways to go find Jenna.

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He had basketball practice later after school, after he couldn't stop thinking about his teacher. After he'd held onto Brendon's hand throughout lunch and introduced Jenna to their friend group.

They played matches within the team. Tyler was captain of the red's while Pete became the captain of the adversary team. Coach said it was good practice.

Tyler could barely concentrate throughout the game but he still played as good as he possibly could.

Then came the part he hated, the part that drove him into his little space 50% of the time. The pep talk, the talk about strategy and who goes where and how everybody needs to follow him. Everyone keeps glancing at him and his coach rants and rants throughout all of practice in hopes of hyping them up for the game.

Tyler could feel the stress piling on and god he hated it.

The game was this Friday right after his essay. He'd be fine.

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