Professor Romanoff

Chapter 3

Natasha POV:

I was glad to see that she had turned up. I assumed that it was Y/N anyway. When I received her application, I was more than happy. Most of the guys turn up to gawk at me. They either figure out they have no chance, or it's way too hard to even think about continuing. I was hoping that she had come to learn the language, though by her score on the test, she was already pretty familiar with it. Her grammar was great, impeccable even, so she definitely didn't use translate like some of the other applicants.

I head around the lecture hall, handing out worksheets for the students to complete and I notice Y/N playing with her rings. Maybe it was some sort of nervous habit, though she has no reason to be nervous. I place the sheet on her table carefully, snapping her out of her thoughts. She jumps slightly at this interaction. "останься после занятий, пожалуйста" (ostan'sya posle zanyatiy, pozhaluysta-stay after class please). I ask her in Russian. I knew she would understand because of how well she did on the test. I mean, I hope she understood.
"Ладно" (Ladno-Okay) She replies. Good, she understood. Or maybe she didn't and was just agreeing. Oh well. I continue handing out the worksheets then get to the front of the lecture hall.

After the end of the lesson, the students handed in their worksheets, obviously doing as bad as I thought they would. Except for Y/N. She hadn't handed her in yet as she was still putting her stuff away whilst messaging someone on her phone. She slings her bag over her shoulder carefully. She was very gentle with the things she did. She walks down to me and places the worksheet on my desk.

Y/N POV:
I was nervous about what she would say, I was only a couple of minutes late, and I was listening in class.

"I just wanted to tell you again, congratulations on your Russian test. You got 20 out of 20. Where have you learnt Russian before?" She asks me. Was I not in trouble?
"Oh.. thank you." I say with a smile. She truly was beautiful. Ugh, snap out of it Y/N, she's your professor, don't let Wanda be right. "My cousins were from Russia, so they taught me from when I was young so we could talk about stuff when my parents were around, so they wouldn't understand." I reply. It was kind of stupid, but we loved to talk about things and found it funny when my parents couldn't understand us.
"Hm, well I hope to see you next week, on time." She says.
"You will professor.. Why wouldn't you?" I ask her, curious. She probably just meant if I would sleep in or something.
"Most people drop out after the first couple of lessons, but I'm hoping this isn't the case with you." She responds.
"Right, Russian is quite a hard language to learn." I add, trying not to be too awkward.
"That or they understand they don't have a chance." She says.
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you realise you were the only girl here? These boys just sit and stare at me the whole lesson. I mean all I wanna do it teach Russian." She responds, drawing her attention towards me. Her gaze was intense, her eyes green and mysterious.
"O-Oh.. right.. Yeah. I-I mean, understandable, you are pretty.. I mean not that it should give them a reason to waste your time-" I start blabbering. She made me really nervous.
"Don't worry about it, котенок (Kotenok-Kitten) " She laughs a little. She just called me kitten. "You should get going now." She places her hand on my shoulder and gives me a smile. Don't let Wanda be right. Don't let Wanda be right.
"Yeah.. bye Miss Romanoff." I say, turning to leave.
"It is Y/N, right?" She asks.
"Uh yeah, it is.." I reply.

I head back to my dorm. Wanda isn't back yet because her lecture was longer as it was her subject, not just some club. I didn't have anything else to do for a couple of hours, I have basketball at 2pm, and it was currently 10:30am. I think Wanda is getting back at around 12am, so I have a while to myself.

Since I had so long, I decided to go to the campus library to get a book or two. I scanned through the many rows of books in the sections that interested me, but didn't find anything that particularly pulled me in. I had picked out a book that I thought might be interesting, so I checked it out and headed back to my dorm. Wanda still wasn't back, which was understandable as it was 11:30. I sit down on my bed and read the book.

"Hey!" I hear Wanda call out as she enters our dorm. Before I can say anything, she continues talking. "How was the lecture with Miss Romanoff?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
"It was.. Pretty good. And.. I have to admit, she is very beautiful. It was pretty hard to concentrate on what she was saying. Buttt I am there to learn that language, plus all the guys are only there to stare at her, I won't do that." I say, putting the book down.
"Mmm, you could just do both." Wanda says with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I say, sitting up from the comfortable position I was once in.
"So did anything happen?" She asks me, sitting on her bed facing me.
"No.. Wait. She did ask me to stay behind after class, and I thought it was because I was late, but she just wanted to talk to me about the test. She.. touched my shoulder though." I say.
"Omg, you're gonna get laid by the hot Russian teacher." Wanda says, laying down on her bed.
"Not true."