fem nightmare cat nm

Her professors were really... tall.

She noticed that at first when she was just a new student, entering a new college. Hair tied up messily since she overslept that day, and eyes with eyebags under them, almost as if she hadn't slept at all. She rolled her eyes at the contradicting sentences she formed in her head and began making her way towards her seat.

Her uniform was messily and hastily ironed that day. She felt at that moment, embarrased of herself to enter her new school with such a messy outfit. But her professors didn't seem to mind, they let her sit back down with a smile on their face.

Some of the students say things like; "They're only nice around you, Nightmare." or something like, "You're a lucky girl, Nightmare."

She couldn't really understand them. Her professors were quite kind and they were always so patient with her when she got something wrong, but other things comes out of students' mouths... She wonders of the authenticity of those words but she supposes its not good to listen to malicious rumors, and she moved on.

It was already time for cooking class, she grabbed a knife and sliced a few potatoes. She observes her other classmates who are also making their own types of dish, she could even spot one planning on doing a complex dish. She applauded them slightly.

She didn't know what she was going to do exactly, so she just mindlessly cut things. Unfortunately, as she spaced out, she almost hit her own finger. Her professor held his hand on hers and guided the hand holding the knife away.

"You must be careful and focused Nightmare, or you might get hurt." He winked in the end.

Her professor was SD, who was one of her more flirty professors. At his words, she gasped and apologized profusely.

"Sorry, professor! I'll focus more." SD smirked and winked once more.

"Good. I hope you'll be finished soon, I can't wait to see your dish." SD leaves without another word and Nightmare had a little bit of stress itching out of her at his words.

What if her food turns out to be a disappointment?? Her heart wouldn't take it.

She sighed.

Why were her professors so goddamn tall?

~~~~~~

She did not meet disappointment that day.

Her professors loved her food. She was glad that she got the shining 50 marks for her dish, she felt quite giddy as she returned to her campus room and she held her book tight as she studied upon a lot of texts.

"Hey Nightmare!" Her sister, Dream, calls out. She looks at her. "I heard you got a perfect score on cooking."

"Yeah." She says, "Finally, someone likes my food."

"Yeah!" Dream says.

They stayed in silence for a while as Dream goes to fix her bag, they had always been this way, honestly. Ever since their mother died, their family had been slightly broken, not completely, but there was a missing link to the three remaining members of a longstanding family.

She really wished she could turn back time to when things were happier but she has to move on, for th sake of being strong.

Dream comes back in.

"About your professors Nightmare..." Dream starts, "I really think they're weird."

"Why is that?"

Dream bites her lip, "Well, they stare at you all day, even when you don't know it."

"They stare at everyone?" Nightmare asks.

Dream shook her head, "No, they only stare at you. Both SD and DS do... and it's getting a little weird. They also give you... err— special treatment? You know?"

"What are you talking about?" Nightmare asks.

"Look. SD and DS are the most popular teachers in our school, every girl wants them, every girl wants to date them." Dream says, levelly.

"I'm saying, they might be... y'know, into you."

Nightmare was left gaping. In love. With her of all people? She banged her head on her arms and she silently screamed in her mind.

It's just Dream's assumptions! None of it is real!

~~~~~~~

Every second of the day she observes the two of them.

Dream was right.

They stared at her 24/7, gave her extra marks just by breathing... everything, the rumors about them, the students warning her... it had all been true.

She felt overwhelmed with the information and she lays on her bed lazily.

What should she do now? Talk to them? Drop out of school? She doesn't know.

A knock comes from her door, she opens it hesitantly to see her professors. She swallowed a breath as she spoke.

"Heeyy... How can I help you on this fine afternoon?" It's a Friday, on afternoons, there's generally no classes, but she didn't have any missing assignments or anything, why did they come to see her?

"Hi, dear. Mind if we come in?" DS asks, a weird glint in his eyes.

She lets them in.

"We want to talk to you about something." SD states, sitting on her bed, crosslegged.

"What is it about?" She asks quietly.

"Well, we know you know, Nightmare." DS shrugs, "About how we feel about you."

Nightmare freezes in place.

"And we just wanted to know how you feel."

"If you don't like us, we can stop. Really." SD says, sincerely.

Nightmare thought for a moment.

Both of them gave her gifts from time to time, flirt with her from time to time, but she always felt a small pit of butterflies enter her stomach whenever they did so. They defended her from girls who tried to ruin her rep... Nightmare didn't feel uncomfortable at all, she felt comfortable in their presence. Safe, protected...

Perhaps she did like them back. Her ear flicks just as she thought so, perhaps it was her inner instincts saying; Finally.

And, she comes back with an answer.

"I do."

the requester is @GhamzehPmd
hope you enjoyed :D

plannin on a new errormare oneshot since its sem break already >:)