Thank you all for the Faves and Follows! I felt really scared about posting it up, since I didn't know if I captured Hannibal and Will well. I hope I did well, though. Thank you again for the faves and reviews and all the wonderful things you guys have done! I hope my writing skills improve!

Will stood on his front porch, waiting for Hannibal. He had never felt the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. Actually, he had had the feeling before; every time he would walk into his class. Will's heart began to beat faster as he thought about Hannibal. His rough-looking hands rubbing against his skin, his thin lips clashing against his own, and those hazel eyes piercing into his soul; the thought made shivers run down Will's body. He had to stop or he would start pitching a tent in his pants.

Hannibal's Bentley drove up in his driveway; he starred at Will from the car. Hannibal smiled to himself when he saw his cute student fidget to check the time. He wondered long he had been waiting for him, but did not mind. Hannibal liked the idea of Will waiting for him. He had only teased about the tardiness before just to see Will blush, but seeing him standing on the porch dedicated to be on time made Hannibal's cold heart warm up. Hannibal stepped out of his car with an umbrella. Will noticed his professor making his way to him and began to step towards him just so his dogs wouldn't go crazy when smelling a stranger.

"Glad to see you on time, Will." Hannibal smiled.

"You offered to pick me up." Will chuckled.

Hannibal walked Will to the passenger door. Not a single drop of rain fell on Will. Hannibal made sure of it. He went on the driver side and turned on the car with ease. Will felt like crying when he remembered what his car sounds like every time he turns it on. Will didn't dare to look at Hannibal. He was too frightened about the idea of his heart thumping so loudly and be heard. However, he wouldn't be able to hide his crush for much longer. Hannibal was a genius; he would figure it out sooner or later. But that's what Hannibal was hoping for.

They arrived to the location without any delay and without a word being exchanged. Will felt a bit awkward, but there wasn't much to talk about. Will wasn't a social person, but Hannibal wanted to get to know Will at his own freewill, which resulted into a very awkward car ride. Hannibal moved swiftly to open Will's door and cover him from the rain with his umbrella. Will realized he had forgotten his umbrella on the porch because of his daze with Hannibal. Will noticed where he was and almost stopped dead in his tracks.

"D-Dr. Lecter, this is-!"

"I don't want you to worry about the place. It's a perfect place to work and study." Hannibal smiled, opening the door for him, "Besides, I was planning to treat you."

"Wh-what!? Wh-why!?"

"Because sometimes you need a break from all the obstacles life throws at you." Hannibal smiled, "And college students are poor."

Well, he got that part right. Will only had a house and a beat up car because of a sponsor. Will knew that his fund for the year would soon run out. Hannibal pulled a chair out for Will. Will scanned the area, knowing very well he didn't fit in the café. His plaid shirt and green overcoat made him look like a hobo. His hair was disheveled and he had not shaved in about three days. He felt embarrassed coming into such a high priced place and look the way he did, but Hannibal didn't specify where they were going. He figured it would be Starbucks.

Hannibal looked the complete opposite, which made Will feel even worse. He wore one of his many perfect suits without a single drop of rain on him. He had taken off his long coat in the entrance of the store, so his perfectly sculptured body decorated by the Armani brand suit. Will couldn't help, but take a quick glance at his arse. Hannibal sat down and pulled out one of the books he had the class read about a week ago.

"Shall we get started?" Hannibal smiled. Will nodded and took out his book from his messenger bag with a pen, ready to take notes.

Soon a waitress came to ask for their order. Hannibal ordered for both of them. He knew that Will wouldn't order or order something inexpensive. The waitress flirted a bit with Will, but Will was too wrapped up in the book and Hannibal to even notice the waitress. Hannibal chuckled once the waitress left. Will turned to his professor when he heard the chuckle.

"What's so funny?"

"That waitress was trying to catch your attention, Will." Hannibal pointed out.

"The blonde?"

"Yes." Hannibal chuckled, "I'm amused that you take my class so seriously." Will rolled his eyes. That was an understatement. Hannibal's class was Will's religion at the moment. He had to pass that class that year. There was no question about it.

"I have to pass it." Will sighed, "Your class is the only one I have to pass this year."

"I'm sorry if it has proven to a nuisance for you." Hannibal leaned back on his chair and took a sip out of the coffee the waitress originally brought, "What are you majoring in?"

"Criminology." Will responded, highlighting a couple of words in his book.

"Study of the mental state of Criminals." Hannibal said. Amused over the answer Will provided, "Why?"

"…" The question caught Will off-guard. He did know why, but no one ever asked, "I-I think that… maybe… I can comprehend them…" That was a lie.

"That requires a lot of empathy, Mr. Graham." Hannibal glanced at Will, "Can you really empathize with America's most horrific murderers?"

"… I'm not weak." Will said.

Hannibal smirked; at that moment the small Will Graham stood tall. He certainly wasn't weak. Hannibal knew that for most people with mental illnesses like Will Graham would have killed themselves already. Will was strong, stronger than most people. Hannibal was beginning to grow a curiosity over the boy. Not to mention an attraction that he had to keep to himself. The waitress brought their orders and made sure to take care of Will a little extra. Hannibal did not mind, although he did feel a sting of jealousy.

"Bon appétit." Hannibal smiled as he fixed the napkin on his lap. Will chuckled slightly before putting the book down and begging to eat his omelet, "You live alone, Will?"

"Uh… yeah…" Will responded. Nothing more for Hannibal to work with, so he had to keep on asking.

"Your parents paying for your education?"

"No, I have a sponsor that pays for most of my tuition."

"And your home?"

"Hers, she used to live here, and she let me borrow her home." Will shrugged.

Hannibal did not need to ask anymore. Not because he was frustrated of Will's answers, but because he wanted to admire the amazing face that Will was making at the omelet. Will almost gasped at how good it was. Mostly because he had not had a well cooked meal in months. Ever since he can remember he's always had TV dinners or food that his father would make and they were not always good.

"This is delicious!" Will smiled. Hannibal smiled along with him.

"I'm glad you like it." Hannibal chuckled, "I should take you out to eat more often; you are my favorite student." Will blushed when he heard those words roll off of Hannibal's lips. He could not believe he was the favorite student of Hannibal. Not one of, but the favorite student of Hannibal Lecter. Will Graham could feel his heart quicken with every thought; he had to stop before he had an episode.

"I-I wouldn't want to cause an inconvenience-."

"If you're my favorite student, I doubt it'll be, Mr. Graham." Hannibal said. Cool and composed, the complete opposite of Will.

Will could not retort the argument. Actually, Will could not speak after hearing that come out of Hannibal's mouth. They finished their breakfast with not much to exchange. Hannibal spoke about the chapters that he would be tested on for the midterm. Will took notes in order to avoid the eye contact that Hannibal was giving him. Will did not want some sort of disaster happening in the middle of the café or in front of Hannibal.

"Any questions?" Hannibal asked, closing the lecture.

"Um… no… I think I got everything." Will said, jotting the last of it in his notebook. He took a quick glance at his watch and noticed the time. It was already noon; he took out a small container from his bag with various coloured pills.

"Will, I've heard of your illnesses from various teachers at the campus." Hannibal said, "I want to help you. You don't have many friends at school and keep to yourself. That's not good for a good mental stability; you need a form of therapy. I know you're not seeing the school therapist, do you have a therapist?"

"N-no, I stopped after I entered college… I only go to the psychiatrist once every six months."

"You and I are much alike Will. I don't keep much company with the professors at the University, much like how you don't keep much company with your peers." Hannibal explained, "As a student you need to distress yourself, I would like to help as a therapist per say."

"… so you want to be my therapist?"

"If you're comfortable with that." Hannibal explained. However, Will wasn't very comfortable with that. Hannibal would be a great therapist or person to talk to, but Will did not want to show him fifty shades of crazy. Will liked Hannibal. He did not want Hannibal to stop talking to Will because of his instability like many others have.

"Let's just keep it teacher-student… it's not that I don't want you as my therapist, it's just that… I wouldn't like to inconvenience you." Again, that word was beginning to be really annoying for him.

"It wouldn't be an inconvenience, but if that's what you wish." Hannibal smiled, "Just know that if you ever need someone to talk to I'm here."

Will smiled shyly at the comment. After a few minutes of silence, Hannibal decided it was time to take Will back home. The day went out slower than how he expected it to be. He had hoped Will would say yes to the therapist offer, allowing more access to him. But in the end, this slow pace was fine as well. Will thanked Hannibal before Hannibal could walk out and open the car door and take his backpack.

"Thank you, Dr. Lecter." Will said, "For everything."

"Don't thank me, Will. Just be sure to ace that midterm." Hannibal smiled. Will shook his hand once more. The goodbyes only got more awkward and more awkward with every hour they would spend together. Hannibal began to walk to his Bentley when Will called out at him.

"D-Dr. Lecter, about the therapy… I wouldn't want to see you as a therapist but I hope we can talk… as friends…?" Will was pushing his luck in his mind. He couldn't think of one reason on why Hannibal would like to have Will as a friend. He was poor and not all that intelligent (in his eyes).

"I would love to Mr. Graham." Hannibal smiled.

Will almost ran to hug Hannibal when he heard the agreement. He couldn't believe Hannibal, an intelligent, well groomed man said yes to his offer. Will nodded and Hannibal waved back at him before taking the last steps towards his Bentley. Will closed the door behind him when he saw Hannibal ride off. He sighed and went to feed his dogs.

Hannibal arrived home to find the repairs still being made on his front porch. His head pulsed as the noise of the hammer jack hit the concrete. It was not his fault his last lover decided to run their car through one of the pillars. He went into his study and took out the stack of research papers he had to read and grade. Why did he make them write so much?

After a couple of dull papers, he encountered Will Graham's paper. It was a nice 12 point font, Times New Roman, and double spaced. It had a sort of grace with Will's name on the top. Hannibal smiled and continued on reading the paper. To Hannibal this was the only way he had to vent about his feelings about the boy in his class.

A teacher-student relationship was heavily tabooed, but less of one now that they're in the University. Hannibal knew that after the year, he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. He had the feeling that young Will had feelings for him. Maybe not as strong as Hannibal's feelings for Will. The sudden blush that would creep onto his cheeks when Hannibal would carry his backpack for him, the occasional fidget Will would do because Hannibal would compliment him, and the heavy breathing when Hannibal would mention his name. Hannibal smiled when he finished reading the essay. It was grammatically perfect, it was perfect on facts, citation, and the topic was on key. The content was somewhat entertaining. He gave Will a C+. Will was the highest grade in the class.