Teacher!Romano x Student! Reader: Love Not Lost 3

Title: Teacher!Romano x Student!Reader: Love Not Lost 3
Author: threepinkdoors
Commission for: chasjade

A/N: I am SOOOO sorry this is so late! Turns out I don't have very good marks in class, and when that usually happens, I just procrastinate like hell, because studying is obviously not working |D Anyway, please enjoy the last chapter of Love Not Lost!

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The next few months, the classroom was cold. Not temperature wise, either. It wasn't that the way Lovino taught that changed. He would still enlighten the students with little tidbits about Italy here and there. What changed was the look in his eye. It was fierce. He also threw things a lot more than normal, and by now, the students were fluent in Italian swear words.

You stood at the doorway and shivered. You really didn't want to see him so early in the morning. He would always give you a look as you walked into the classroom, and then ignored you for the rest of the class. He hardly looked at you when he was teaching. And if he did, it was just for a moment as he was scanning the room for students to pick to answer questions, and he almost never picked you.

You took a deep breath and held it, slowly opening the door. You eyes instantly shifted to Lovino's desk, only to find that your Italian was not there. Instead, there was a handsome man with blonde hair and a rebellious cowlick that never seemed to want to stay down. He smiled softly, looking through a few papers while leaning back in Lovino's chair. He looked up at you, and the blood nearly froze in your veins. His eyes were a brilliant blue, and they were as deep as any ocean. But the intensity with which he looked at you made you want to melt into the wall behind you. "Good morning!" he said brightly. But his eyes never lost their intense gaze. It was unnerving--you could almost swear he was ripping you apart and judging every atom in your body.

Your heart pounded in your chest and you squeaked out a quick "Good morning," before scurrying to your desk and sitting down. You pulled out a book and instantly dove behind it, trying to avert the strange man's eyes. You could hear a soft chuckle and then the ruffle of papers. Bastard! He did that on purpose! You chanced another glance up at him. The blonde was back behind his papers, the same soft smile plastered on his face.

More students came and sat down. He didn't look at them.

The class was just about to start. There was a murmur among the classroom, as all the students were wondering where their teacher was. The man at the front looked up at the clock. He shrugged silently and stood. As if sending a psychic message to all the students, they immediately quieted down. All eyes were on him. "Good morning, I'm Mr. Jones. I'm sure you're all wondering where Professor Vargas is. Don't worry, he had an emergency to take care of today. He'll be back tomorrow. Now!"

Alfred turned his back and started writing on the board. "Your prompt--as in, for an essay--is this: Pick a time era and write an essay about life in Italy during it. For example, the Renaissance." Alfred finished writing and turned to face the class. "Well, obviously, everyone was all about art and architecture. And possibly getting drunk, but that's another story." There were a few chuckles. "As you can see, I'm not Italian, so I wouldn't know what to do in that country if I were living in different time periods. So I need you guys to dumb it down for me. Three pages, single spaced, size ten font and in Times, because I can't stand Arial." He sat back down in the chair and looked out to the students. "Due next week. Feel free to head out to your ENIACs and look this stuff up, or just old school library it." Everyone laughed a little more easily. Alfred smiled. "Alright, get it done. I'll be here, napping."

Of course, that was him bluffing. Alfred mostly sat down looking at papers and books. You curiously found yourself looking at the titles of books. Most of the titles were in a foreign language that you didn't know, but could easily guess originated in the Middle East. Some of them were in an Asian language you guessed was Japanese. And some were romanized. You instantly picked out the only Italian book. It was Francesco Petrarca.

Alfred didn't miss your interest. "Trovommi Amor del tutto disarmato et aperta la via per gli occhi al core, che di lagrime son fatti uscio et varco."

You swallowed a lump in your throat. That poem was all too familiar. Trembling, you continued. "Pero al mio parer non li gu honore ferir me de saetta in quello stato, a voi armata non mostrar pur l'arco."

A smirk flashed across Alfred's face and he quickly stood and walked over to your desk. "What's your name?"

"__________," you answered, caught in his gaze.

"__________," Alfred repeated. He smiled softly. "Isn't there somewhere you should be right now?"

You blinked. Where else could you possibly be? "...I-I'm sorry, sir, I'm not sure I--"

Alfred smiled and walked away. What a strange man, you thought. You looked back down at your desk to get started on your work. But there was a small sticky note on the book you had been looking at.

"Il caffè il 1 ° strada a 10. Mostra e avrò mia risposta. Vostro fidanzato."

It was there before you noticed, that stupid smile you always had when boys did something cute for you. But you couldn't find the will to get rid of it. You quickly gathered all your things. "L-library!" You managed to cry as you headed out the door, walking as fast as you could without making it seem like you were in a hurry. As soon as you were in the hallway, you started running.

The smell of coffee and pastries lingered in the air. The chatter of people filled your ears. But you couldn't find the patience to pay attention to them. That familiar hair curl stuck out like a sore thumb. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you neared him. He was sitting at a table just outside the cafe, sipping what you could only guess was an espresso. Every step sent your heart into a dance. Finally you stopped, your breath held. You were sure your heart stopped, too. "Hello," you said softly.

Lovino looked up and stood, holding your hand gently. His green eyes were shimmering in the morning light. There was a small smile on his face, the kind he rarely showed. "Ciao,"

You weren't expecting it. His lips suddenly claimed yours softly, and you melted into the sweetest kiss you've ever had. Everything about him was gentle. The way he looked at you, spoke to you, held you, even the way he kissed you. You wrapped his arms around his neck, and he held you closer. The world disappeared around you. There was only you and him in that moment, and nothing else mattered.

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You slowly opened your eyes. The walls were a soft gold and lined with white trimming. There was a chair made of royal blue fabric in one corner of the room. A large white dresser and bookcase were against the wall. You looked around. Nothing about this room was familiar. Even the bed was a lot softer than what you were used to, not that you were complaining, as it was very comfortable. You slowly rolled over and met a very familiar face, sleeping softly next to you. "Lovino?" You whispered. He didn't stir.

You smiled softly. This must be his room... You snuggled back under the blankets and cuddled up to him, resting your head on his chest. A pair of arms wrapped around you protectively and held you closer.

And then it hit you. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Your face went red, and you swallowed a lump in your throat. You slowly looked down. A small cry emitted from your throat. You weren't wearing one either. In fact, you weren't wearing anything.

You quickly sat up. "Oh my God, what did we do?" you cried.

Lovino instantly woke up. "Che cosa? Che cos'è? What's-a wrong, amore?"

You looked at him, shocked. "Lovino, what did we do? This is against so many rules! If we're found out, you'll lose your job and I'll be kicked out and--"

Lovino rolled his eyes and shut you up with a kiss. "Buongiorno, amore mio." You turned bright red and he chuckled. "You look so adorable when you're-a blushing..."

"Sh-shut up!" You cried, hiding behind a pillow. "This is serious!"

You felt Lovino get up and heard the rustle of clothes. "Don't-a worry, amore," you heard him say. "No one is-a going to know, si?"

Suddenly you remembered. You put the pillow back down and wrapped yourself in a blanket, walking over to where he was standing. "But... God, what's his name... Jones! He was the one that gave me your note! He knows... what if he tells the dean?"

A smile crept on his face. "Alfred Jones is the dean."

You nearly fainted on the spot. "He-he's the..."

Lovino held you so you kept your balance. "Dean. He is the dean. And he knows. I told him."

"A-and he's okay with it?" you asked slowly.

Lovino thought for a moment. "...He's-a a looking the other way. In any case..." He kissed your cheek softly. "We have a class to get to, si? Get dressed, amore." He moved about, pulling clothes out and trying them out. You almost wanted to call him a diva.

"So, that's it? I just get dressed and we go to school? Then what?" You found your clothes and started putting them on.

Lovino smiled softly, buttoning his shirt up. "Then, I take-a you home again."

"Again?" you squeaked, memories of the night before flashing in your mind. It took a great amount of self-control to not have a nose bleed, or worse, jump on him once more.

"Si." Lovino moved on to a pair of slacks. "You're-a coming home with me, right?"

You threw your shirt on, slipping your feet into your jeans and jumping up, pulling the jeans up as far as they would go mid-jump. "Uh, sure?" you answered, shimmying your hips back and forth to finish pulling your jeans to your hips and fastening them.

"You don't-a sound so sure." You could hear the smirk in his lips.

You felt your face turning red and you quickly moved to your shoes. "Well... I mean, you're a teacher. And I'm your student. Wouldn't that look a little... suspicious, if we left together?"

Lovino finished tying a Windsor and moved over to you, waiting until you finished with your shoes. "It would-a look a little off." He lifted your chin and moved his face close to yours. "Does it-a look like I care, even the slightest?"

Your face turned a few shades of red darker. "N-no, not really..."

He kissed you then, just as sweet as he did at the cafe, and just as lovingly as he did all through the night. "Then we'll-a go to school together. And I'll pick you up from school. Every day. Until you decide to marry me."

It took you a while to register what it is he just said, and by the time you did, he was gone, already downstairs. "Hang on, what?" you exclaimed, rushing down to him. You could hear his chuckle as you maneuvered through his house, trying to find the Italian. "Lovino, this isn't funny!"

"Of course it isn't!" he called brightly. You followed his voice and found him in the kitchen, already making breakfast. "I'm-a being completely serious."

You clicked your tongue and sat at the table, watching him carefully. Alright, I'll bite. "Okay, so if you're so serious, when are you going to meet my parents?"

Lovino turned his head slightly, just enough to smirk and look at you from the corner of his eye. "Next-a month, after your semester exam. Which you will-a pass."

"Okay... When's the wedding?"

"Whenever you'd-a like. I'll even ask your-a father to marry you when I meet him."

Your heart beat faster. "N-no, that won't be necessary..."

"So you will?"

You looked up. He had placed a small plate with an Italian pastry in front of you and a cappuccino next to it. "Will I what?"

Lovino smiled softly and took your hand, brushing his lips on your knuckles. "Sposare, amore mio," he said gently.

There was a million things on your mind. This man, whom you had met in his home country as a mere waiter, was here with you, your college professor. He loved you, made love to you, and now wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. What else could you tell him?

"I will."