May I suggest… AU where Logan is a teacher and Virgil is in his class. Virge hasn’t been sleeping great and falls asleep in class. Because Logan knows that Virgil overworks himself, those bags under his eyes are only 50% eyeshadow, he gets the class to work quietly and lets him sleep. When Virgil wakes up, he sees Logan at his desk grading papers. “Officially, you are here doing an extra credit project for my class. Unofficially, you’re going to get three more hours of sleep and some water.”

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Okay, I’m a sucker for teacher AUs and I could definitely jam with this. 

Pairings: Platonic Analogical if anything
Triggers: Self-depreciating thoughts, ramblings of a teacher projecting their frustrations over the education system into a fic, that should be it
Word count: 1989

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Logan leaned against his desk and reviewed the notes on his whiteboard. Not a word out of place, each one lined perfectly as if typed with a computer, just the way he liked. He made a note to himself to take a picture for Roman, who graciously drew constellations for him the night before after he picked up Logan for staying too late… again.

What could he say? He enjoyed his work, and sometimes that meant ignoring his stomach and working three solid hours to get his papers graded.

The bell blared through the speakers, signaling the end of his prep period. Logan sat at his desk and pulled some stray papers onto a pile.

Astronomy was his favorite subject in school. He dreamed big when he was little, about touching the stars or being the first man on Saturn, but he missed and landed here instead. Not that he would trade it for the world, but he always wondered if he was a little more ambitious and a little less safe, would he have been able to?

Students started filtering in, one by one. Some gossipped to a friend as they walked in, while others chose to enter and say a quick greeting before taking a spot at their seats. No matter which, Logan made sure to offer a curteous greeting as they came.

A student tripped in his doorway but did his best to cover it up. Logan looked up from his papers and noticed Virgil, a student he’d been keeping his eye on for a while, entered. Virgil quick glanced around and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Good afternoon, Virgil,” Logan greeted.

Virgil gave a quick “yo” before flopping down into his seat.

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