The Ripple Effect [Stein x Reader]

The Inner Thoughts of [First Name] [Last Name]

He's such a bastard, I can't help but feel a heavy distaste settle on my tongue whenever I cast a glance over to him. This pop quiz shit- It's stupid. Sometimes I wonder if that sadistic act truly isn't an act . . .

You ran a hand through your hair and balanced the red pen in between your fingers, a sigh escaping your lips as you did so. Grading had always been a pain, it brought out a weariness in you that was normally reserved for releasing at home.

Steady, unshaking, green-gray eyes balanced on your form with such precision, you thought that the focus from behind the glasses alone could be enough to slit through your mortal skin. He never seemed to waver, to be bothered by anything. That lazy demeanor of his sure could be quite overbearing.

That bastard . . . I can feel his eyes on me. What does he think he's getting at? Does he think he can pick me apart? I can feel those eyes peering through my soul. I know he's trying to look into my personality for a weakness, but he sure as hell isn't going to find one. You see, it's not that I don't have weaknesses- No, I am like any other human. I contain weaknesses. It's just that I am very talented at keeping them hidden.

Smoke trailed from the end of the cigarette and swirled toward ceiling. Your nose crinkled. The smell of nicotine was always disgusting- Nearly as disgusting as the stench of Tabaco.

That bastard . . . How he nonchalantly smokes in a room without care to the respiratory systems of other human beings. I wonder if it had occurred to him that others are effected by the wretched smoke that he lets off.

"Are you almost done with grading?" Asked the Professor calmly, not being bothered by the creaking sound his rickety chair made when he leaned back into it. He had grown accustomed to the sounds that it made- He had had it for such a long time, after all.

"Not even close" Was your honest reply.

"I suggest you hurry if you have wishes of getting home before dark" He stated calmly, his expression bleak and uncaring. In reality, he could do this all night. He was patient, waiting was a specialty of his as he always was patient in finding an enemy's opening when in battle.

You, on the other hand, were not patient. Your patience was equivalent to the attention span of a fly and you knew that as a fact- He knew that as a fact.

That bastard, playing dirty tricks like he does. I bet he thinks he's so clever, I bet he thinks he's getting me figured out.

"Thank you for the suggestion. I'll take it into consideration"

He frowned ever so slightly. Retaining irritation sure was a talent of yours, wasn't it? Some people played an instrument, some people were skilled fighters and others possessed a variety of different talents. Yours just happened to be the canning up of emotions and feelings. Lucky him, he thought, to have the student teacher for his class be one of the most difficult people in possibly the entire world.

Stein merely nodded in acknowledgement of your statement, taking the cigarette between his index thumb and finger, letting out a puff, smoke rolling like fog over his lower lip.

That bastard . . . Always having the most foul smelling addictions . . .

"Oh, it nearly skipped through the cracks of my memory but I recalled what it was that I was going to tell you earlier this day- You know, in between the time the students were working and the actual lecture"

"What might that be?"

"I signed us both up to work on the decorating committee for the school dance that commemorates out Academy's Anniversary" Stein answered your inquiry on the subject of what had slipped through his mind.

If your normal expression wasn't already a deadpan, you would have deadpanned.

"Sounds lovely" Was the bleak response you gave to the teacher of Class Crescent Moon.

"That's why I sighed you up, (Name)"

That bastard . . . Thinking he can play ugly jokes like this on me in order to get me to show emotions. He thinks he's so clever, but he's not as smart as he thinks he is. I'll knock him off his high horse . . .

"Thank you for taking my thoughts into consideration" You refrained from gritting that statement through your teeth and made it sound as completely normal as possible.

"Anything for a friend, (Name)"

That bastard . . . He doesn't know that two can play at this game!