AN: ok so flourchildwrites sent me this prompt with the option of doing it for royai or havolina and i couldn't not do it for both so…. here you go! hope you enjoy it!

teachers au / green-eyed epiphany

"He's so cute though," Riza replied to Rebecca's snort. They were currently in the staff room enjoying a cup of tea in between classes, which just so happened to overlook the physical education department. The summer sun beat down on the poor students who had to run laps around the running track on the grass. "And buff."

What they were really looking at was the P.E. teacher, Jean Havoc. The usual black hoodie he wore was off, revealing a tight, grey, sports t-shirt which showed off his well-defined arms and shoulders perfectly.

"Look," Riza gestured as Jean bent over to pick up his whistle that had fallen from his pocket. "He's sculpted like a Dorito. Who wouldn't want a piece of that?" She sighed quietly to herself, causing Rebecca to stiffen slightly.

"Would you?" she asked, trying to act casual. Trying, being the operative word.

"Oh, yeah," Riza replied enthusiastically. "I mean… Look at him. Mustang looks good, but he has nothing on Jean Havoc."

Rebecca frowned. Riza had just been on a date with Mustang two days ago, and now she was going after Jean as well? She was her nearest and dearest friend, but Rebecca wasn't particularly happy about that. Riza knew Rebecca had been interested in Jean for a while, but they had never moved past friends… Well, friends who fooled around once or twice. Those nights were Rebecca's favourite. But to have Riza to blatantly reveal her interest in Jean? Something was fishy here, but Rebecca was becoming too irritated to try and figure out what it was.

"You just went on a date with Mustang," she reminded Riza, who shrugged.

"I know. It was just a date though. I think I might try my luck with Jean instead."

Rebecca felt her irritation grow. What was she talking about? Riza never normally acted like this. She knew Rebecca liked him and –

Rebecca's eyes widened. Riza's smile grew on her face as she watched realisation dawn on Rebecca's face. The knowing look on her face was very telling. "Did you just…!" Rebecca exclaimed. Riza grinned back at her. "Did you try to make me jealous so I would realise… that?"

"It worked, didn't it?" Riza winked, taking a sip of her tea.

"Well, yeah, but… Oh my god," Rebecca replied, feeling the colour drain from her face. It scrunched up in annoyance as she heard Riza laughing. "Don't laugh at my misfortune!"

"I wouldn't call it misfortune at all, Becca. He's such a nice guy and a good friend of mine. I have it on good authority that he likes you," Riza replied, waggling her eyebrows.

Jeez, first her date with Mustang and now she's trying to set me up with Jean. The woman is acting like frickin' cupid lately.

"I… I don't know," Rebecca replied, turning to look back out the window. She had to admit, he looked fine out there in the sun. Tanned skin was a good look on him, his well-defined arms and chest straining against hi t-shirt. Normally Rebecca wasn't a fan of guys who wore t-shirts that were a size too small for them, but Rebecca would make an exception for Jean. His blonde hair ruffled in the barely-there breeze, falling across his forehead. It must have been irritating him because Jean pushed it off his forehead. She'd loved to run her hands through that hair right now…

"Oh my god," Rebecca uttered, a familiar feeling pooling in her stomach.

Riza chuckled to herself. "Ask him. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

Rebecca turned to her friend. "Did you do that?"

"Of course," Riza replied, as if was obvious. "You can't expect them to do it themselves. We'll die of old age before that happens."

"You're right there," Rebecca muttered. Jean liked to think he was a womanizer, but he was hopeless and as far as she was aware hadn't had a girlfriend in years.

Since he started here and working with her. It was a possibility… He might actually feel the same way as her.

"Just go for it," Riza pushed, standing to walk over to the sink to wash her mug. "Jean loves you. He's not going to say no."

"… Loves me?"

Riza winked. "Oh yeah, big time."

Rebecca was stunned. "How… How do you know that?"

"Because I've had to hear about it for years. So has Roy, and Maes, and Heymans, and Vato. Kain might have escaped it but only because the poor kid was too oblivious half the time to figure it out. We're all sick of his moping, to be honest."

"Really?" Wow. That was… unexpected. Riza's words "you can't expect them to do it themselves" rang in her ears, taking on a whole other meaning.

"He'll probably kill me for telling you, but I think I've done him a service."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Rebecca exclaimed suddenly. She was thankful the room was empty because no doubt everyone would be getting an earful of her current situation. Not that it would be a change. They were all aware of Kimblee's suspension after almost blowing up a classroom during a chemistry experiment. This staff room had more secrets and gossip than the cliques of this school.

"I wanted to see if you would figure it out. Jean never lost hope, but you were intent on seeing other people and I could see it wearing on him." Oh, shit. She'd only done that to try and temporarily forget about Jean. To see if it was just a fleeting feeling or if it was something real.

It was definitely something real.

"Especially after last weekend," Riza continued. "So, we hatched a plan to try and push you two together finally. It's been interesting to watch it develop but for god's sake Becca, you're blind."

After a moment's pause, Rebecca wracking her brain for all her and Jean's interactions to try and determine if he had revealed himself at any point. There was the time she had a crisis after losing – replace losing with accidentally deleted – her marking notes on her computer and he stayed back an extra hour after school to help her recover it. Then, he dropped what he was doing to help her set up for an assembly in the hall.

She had been fretting all afternoon because she was due to give a speech to the female students about participation in sport and the janitor was dealing with two kid's who had puked in the hallway, so she didn't have anyone to help her set up. However, Rebecca still needed to organise her notes and run through her speech, as well as put out two hundred folding chairs. To say she had been stressed was an understatement. Jean had been passing by and, like the saint he was, offered his help. Rebecca thought he was just interested in the topic, never mind her. It was a real issue, and one he was genuinely interested in improving the statistic for, but it never occurred to Rebecca he was just happy to spend time with her and do her a favour. That stressful lunch hour had turned into a rather enjoyable one as he cracked jokes while they were unfolding chairs.

"I am blind," Rebecca finally stated, realisation hitting her like a train.

"Told you."

"All right," she admonished. The P.E. class was coming to a close, the students tiredly trailing back into the building to get changed. Jean remained outside for a few moments longer, looking around the running track, contemplating something they weren't privy too. Rebecca watched as his shoulders rose and fell in a sigh before bending down to retrieve his hoodie from the grass. The way his muscles rippled under the cotton made her mouth water.

"Rebecca?"

"Huh?"

"You're drooling," Riza laughed.

"Shut up," she pouted, but a grin appeared on her face a second later.