Class ended. As students ran out of my classroom for lunch. I smirk as I put the papers away. Ahh lunchtime .

I heard a knock on the door. 

" come in. " I said. It's probably phichit, we always have lunch  together. The door opens to reveal  victor. He's wearing a suite.  He carrying a plastic bag with smirk playing on he's lips. 

" I got us lunch. Tomato soup and grilled cheese. Your favorite." He said as he pulled out the food. I notice the space between he's fingers , l wonder if our hands would fit like a puzzle piece  but that's a silly thought. I shook my head and nodded. Wait, did he say tomato soup was my favorite? It is  my favorite but how did he know if I didn't tell him.

" thank you." I said. He did buy me lunch. Your at working. Work and love don't fit. I think to Myself and plus I'm teatching the next generation that's a big deal ,so I don't and shouldn't be falling for anyone. 

" yuuri may I ask a question." He said while dunking he's grilled cheese into he's tomato soup. 

" shoot." I say taking a sip from my lemonade. 

" why did you stop writing?" He ask. I almost spat out my drink so instead my drink was rolling down my chin. 

" I uh ...I'm not sure how I can answer that question." I said looking toward the door. 

" that's why you immediately change the subject when I was at your house." He said. Crossing he's arms. 

" that's personal is all. I ...have trust issues and I don't and can't open to some one easily. It's hard for me." I said. Hugging myself, as if I was freezing. 

" fine, you share something personal and I'll share something personal. " he said, folding he's hands on the table as of he's trying to make a deal. making a deal with the devil.

" the reason is....the only books I write is fear and tragedy and despair. That's all I ever know in my lifetime ,  so when my boss told me to write a love story with a happy ending. I didn't know what to do, because first off I've only  been in a few relationships also when I grew up I had a .....let's just say a unnatural childhood, so I wasn't use to the idea of love also I don't know the true meaning of it. So I can't write a love story. " I said spilling out why I don't write. It's a very personal thing to ask of me because in my eyes seeing what someone wrote is going inside of their mind. 

"Hmm well are you in love with someone?" He ask. Crossing he's legs.

" my turn and since I can't think of a question. Who are you in love with?" I said. Sipping on  some more of my soup. 

" well he's a famous writer who wrote  the white room."He said with a wink. I cough. What. That's one of my best sellers.

" but uhh ahh ." I said trying to clear my head. 

" yuuri, your writing is something I fell in love, I fell in love with your mind.Your are one of my favorite authors. And I had idolized crush on you. But when you should up here,  knowing your personality and how gorgeous you are. I fell in love with you. My future plans are to marry you yuuri. I do intend to keep that promise." He said getting up from he's chair and coming over towards me. 

He unbuttons my shirt. My breaths becomes ragged. What is he doing?

" your flawless." He whispered In my ear. 

 " victor I -I don't u-understand." I whispered. 

" your don't need too. " he said. He's lips came closer  to me. Than my door knob rattled. Some one trying to get into my classroom.