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sirius had no clue what he was doing.
first, he was sprinting down the hallways in mad panic to get away from mckinnon because fuck she was scary.
then, he crashed into a supposed professor. a very cute and vulnerable professor at that.
and now, he was unintentionally skipping class, to talk to said cute and vulnerable professor.
from what sirius had gathered, remus was a twenty-one-year-old man, fresh out of university, just to get back into university to teach.
remus was also a very cute, witty, adorable, sarcastic, all in all beautiful and perfect twenty-one-year-old man, who was fresh out of university, just to get back into university to teach.
after skipping a whole day worth of classes, sirius had learnt that remus loved to curl up in an armchair with hot chocolate and a good book, wearing an oversized cotton sweater, listening to the soft pitter patter of rain and relax. he also loved the sea because it reminded him of the vastness that people seem to forget about even if it's right in front of them. oh, and he doesn't like charles dickens, but loves charlotte brontë.
he enjoyed hanging out with the tawny haired beauty. sirius often caught himself staring at those shining amber eyes, his soft jawline, his long delicate eyelashes, and generally just everything about remus.
sirius probably should have found it weird that he was two years older than his own professor, but instead, he found it cute and endearing.
to be honest, sirius was concerned about remus. he wasn’t very, let’s say, intimidating or stern looking, and he didn’t want students taking advantage of remus.
however, when sirius bought it up, remus merely winked at him, and said that not everything is how it is to the naked eye.
(sirius wanted to say “i’d like to see a lot more things of you naked than just an eye.” but of course, he didn’t. unfortunately.)
sirius felt extreme disappointment when remus said that he had to leave, but remus promised that he could come back tomorrow. at this, sirius walked back to the dorm he shared with his best mate, james.
sirius and james told each other everything.
sirius told james about his family problems, about his fears and dreams, and he came out to james about being homosexual first.
james told sirius about lily evans, the girl who he had been pining after for years until she finally agreed to go out with him, about his fears and dreams, and about what he wants to become in the future and such
so obviously, once he got back to the dorm, he told james everything that just happened.
“—and oh my goodness his eyes, they’re beautiful, they look like the gods from heaven sculpted it with pure amber. and his hair is like a tuft of golden cotto—“
“ok ok sirius, i get it, you totally dig him. anyways, he’s friends with lily, did you know?” sirius raised his eyebrow.
“he’s friends with evans?”
“yup, he was hugging her in the hallways. i told him to keep his hands off her, because what kind of person would just hug my girlfri—“
“i thought you said they were friends. friends hug, james. we hug.”
james waved him off, “well, yeah, but at that time i didn’t know who he was, so i got really defensive and told him to back off like a good boyfriend—“
“right.”
“oh shut up you wanker, anyways, i told him to back off because like i don’t know him and he’s hugging lily. and then the dude looks at me straight in the eyes and is like ‘as a professor, any relationship between myself and a student is banned’ blah blah blah and then he walks off all dramatic.” james sucks in a deep breath, compensating for the air he lost while spewing all those words.
sirius tilts his head to the side, “and then that’s probably when i bumped into him.”
james stared at him blankly.
sirius stared back.
no more words were spoken.
the next day, sirius was absolutely buzzing with excitement. normally, he would be among those dead young adults, but today, the thought of seeing remus again kept him up and going.
as soon as classes ended, he practically sprinted as if his life depended on it to classroom 204. once he crashed in, he spotted remus typing away on a laptop on his desk.
remus, not expecting the grand entrance that sirius so well provided, jumped in shock, effectively knocking over a pile of novels.
he swore quietly, moving around the mahogany desk to pick everything up. sirius apologized profusely.
“i’m so sorry remus, i didn’t mean to scare you like that i swear to god that it wasn’t on purpose and i h—“ sirius was cut off by remus’ melodic laugh. well, to sirius, it was melodic. it sounded like angels singing hymns, poets rehearsing their poems, bird chirping in the morning…
“sirius?” remus’ tentative voice cut through his daydreams. sirius blushed, stuttering out a quick apology before shoving the rest of the books to remus.
remus chuckles again, straightening up. he offered a hand to sirius, who was still on the floor, completely forgetting that he would not have the strength to lift him up.
sirius grabbed his hand, pulling. what he didn’t expect, was remus ending up being pulled down, instead of him being pulled up.
once again, the books flew everywhere, and remus sprawled on top of sirius. due to his small figure, sirius didn’t even blink an eye when he collapsed onto him.
remus turned beet red, trying to scramble off, but stopped when sirius warm and big hand held onto his waist. remus’ breath caught in his throat.
“s-s-sirius? w-what are you d-do-doing?” this seemed to bring sirius back down to earth a bit.
“o-oh, sorry.” sirius grabbed remus by the waist and hoisted him up. remus let out a squeak of surprise, not used to being manhandled so easily.
no matter how much he tried to stop the red cheeks from burning, they just seemed to never stop.