Teacher!Chris HemsworthXReader Umbrella

Thunder crackled loudly above you. You muttered a curse. You were over two dozen feet away from the entrance to your school.

"Why did the bus have to stop working today!?" You grumbled. Seconds later, blasts of ice cold rain ran down from the sky, rushing to meet you.

You glared up at the sky for a moment before hurrying.

"You can stand under my umbrella!"

You froze as an arm wound itself around your waist, pulling you closer to the owner of the arm.

You glanced up to see your joyous History teacher, Mr. Hemsworth.

"Under my umbrella!" He continued to sing.

You felt your cheeks burn as you caught the stares of several other students and a few of your other teachers.

"Chris!" You hissed under your breath. "Keep acting like this," You gestured to the arm around your waist. "And people will know."

You and your teacher had an ongoing relationship, one that had started before he even became your teacher.

"Oh, lighten up, (Y/n)," Mr. Hemsworth laughed heartily.

You grumbled something, not wanting to draw more attention to you two. The doors were now inches away, and you sighed with relief.

"Bye, Mr. Hemsworth!" You cried as you broke away from the muscular teacher. "See you in History!"

You held your tongue, so as not to say 'And after school!' at the end of your sentence.

Cheeks flaring, you hurried into your Homeroom. Mr. Hiddleston was there, next to a student that had the same idea for an outfit as you. Their clothes clung to their skin, like yours.

You smiled, and rushed to your seat, humming 'Umbrella' by Rhianna to yourself.