Hey! Back again with a new one-shot series (all of them are in this same AU universe, but are unrelated unless otherwise stated)! This right here is a Teacher AU in which all the kids are teachers at Amun Academy. No mystery or anything, just faculty shenanigans.

Here's the roster:

Nina: School Nurse

Fabian: History teacher

Patricia: Guidance Counselor

Eddie: French teacher

Amber: Fashion (Elective) teacher/Substitute

Alfie: English teacher

Jerome: Business Studies teacher

Joy: Journalism/English teacher

Mara: Science/Math(s) teacher (mostly science)

Mick: Head Coach

KT: Drama teacher

Willow: Art teacher

These are all their official positions! They're aged up to about 25-8? Some are older than other but not by much. Mr. Sweet is still the principal fyi

Okay! Here is my first actual piece of Fabina fluff ever (once they are taken out of the actual canon universe and placed in an AU with no angst, it's easy to fluff them up). Enjoy!

Brrrriiiing

"Whoa, whoa," exclaimed Fabian, interrupting his own lecture as his World History fifth period class began to stuff their notebooks into their book bags frantically, "the bell doesn't dismiss you, I do."

The class froze, not taking their eyes of him. Then, they ever so "discreetly" continues putting their school supplies away.

Fabian sighed, shaking his head with a little laugh. "Class dismissed," he relented, raising his hands in surrender. His students resumed speed, and practically stampeded out the door.

Fabian rounded the side of his desk, reaching for the eraser to clear whiteboard of that class' notes, when he heard a giggle from the doorway.

"'The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do'? Come on, Fabian, you're not that teacher, are you?"

He turned around, blushing when he saw Nina Martin leaning on the doorframe, a brown paper bag dangling from her right hand.

"Ah, Miss Martin," he greeted nervously, gesturing to one of the desk tables. "Is it lunch already?"

It was no secret that Fabian was enamored with the school nurse. Everybody knew it, even his students. Once, one of his students pretended to have an ear infection, and begged Fabian to take her to the nurse. When the got there, she'd made sure they'd had an interaction, then miraculously gotten better, skipping back to class with a proud smile on her face.

"Fabian, really, you can call me Nina," she said, taking a seat and putting the bag down. "And to answer your question, yes. For you, anyway—I was supposed to take my lunch break an hour ago, but I knew you didn't get off until noon, so..." She gestured around the classroom.

Fabian blushed. "Sorry. Nina," he corrected; Nina smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair away from her face. "So, any sick kids show up at your office?"

Nina chuckled. "Not sick kids, but there was a was an incident in KT's class where a Shakespearean sword fight got a little too real. I had to ice a boy's nose."

Fabian's eyes widened and he laughed. "I knew she said they were working on a realistic death scene, but I didn't think she meant realistic in that sense," he joked.

"Honestly," Nina sighed, still giggling. "Anyway, let's talk about something other than work."

"Yeah," Fabian agreed. "Good idea."

They sat for a moment in silence, before simultaneously bursting into laughter. "Wow," Nina managed to get out, "are we really so bad at conversation that we can't think of anything else to talk about?"

Fabian stopped laughing with a soft sigh. "I guess so..."

They smiled softly at each other for a long moment, before Nina suddenly blinked rapidly. "Ah, um, I brought us both lunch," she said, averting her eyes and opening the bag. "Chicken salad." She pulled out two containers full of food.

Fabian bit back a grin, taking the food gratefully. "How did you know I'd forget my lunch again?"

"Keyword is 'again', Fabian. You always forget your lunch. Mick told me this morning you'd forgotten, so I figured..." Nina trailed off, smiling shyly. "I hope you like it."

Fabian popped open the lid and grabbed the plastic spoon. "I'm sure I'll love it. Thank you."

They ate together gladly, chatting softly about this and that for the next forty-five minutes.

When the bell rang for sixth period, both Fabian and Nina winced, giving each other a long look.

"Hey..." Nina said hesitantly, both of them hearing students begin to fill the halls. "Do you maybe want to go for drinks sometime, in town? There's a nice little pub that I've been wanting to check out."

Fabian's heart thumped loudly in his chest. "Yes! Er, I mean, yes. Yes, I'd love to go out with you—erm, not like—you know? Yes."

What a disaster, he groaned internally.

Nina was blushing. "Yeah! It's a date. I mean! Not a date, date, but, uh, a date? Yes. Date."

"JUST KISS ALREADY!" cried a voice from the doorway, and both teachers turned to see they had an audience of about fifteen teenagers, all wearing amused smiles.

"Georgina, do you want detention?" Fabian chastised, mortified.

"Do you want to be single for the rest of your life?" she shot back.

Nina laughed, embarrassed. "Now, now, that's no way to talk to Mr. Rutter, is it?" To Fabian, she smiled again, looking a lot more sure of herself. "It's a date," she said with resolve, tossing out the paper bag, and gently weaving her way through the crowd of students.

Fabian's mouth hung open for a second, and his students giggled appreciatively, filing into the classroom. He came to, and pointed at Georgina. "Fifteen minutes after school."

"Aw, come on, Mr. Rutter!"