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[stonehearts]

student + teacher au

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ratio & aventurine

aventurine meets and fucks a handsome stranger at a bar the night before his last year in undergrad. only to find out the next day that the man is doctor vertias ratio, his advanced economics professor and a man who's impossible to please as a student. that's never stopped aventurine before, and he sets out on a mission to become ratio's personal headache and secret boyfriend.

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[stonehearts]

( When all is said and done, Aventurine will swear up and down that it was Ratio who started it. How's he supposed to resist one of the smartest people in the world with a body and face that looked like they were sculpted out of marble? Any self-respecting gay man who found himself face to face with that would be as helpless and as powerless as Aventurine was. It's just a fact.

But it's Aventurine that sees it through. And for that, he thinks, he'll take all the credit.

It begins simple enough: he's at a bar, alone this time -- Topaz left him an hour ago to go feed Numby. Aventurine just isn't looking to go home so soon, not when it's his last night before classes. He should do something to celebrate, or at least get someone's number to keep him busy over the coming year. Maybe his luck is running out, though, considering he hasn't managed to find anyone that interests him -- he's about to give up, leave for another bar along the street that he and Topaz haven't gone to yet, when he sees him.

Aventurine doesn't know how he missed him -- the sharp cut of his jaw and nose, the fact that he has to be at least six feet, and those shoulders. Perfect, and he slips off of his barstool with a grin, waving at the bartender that he's just going to go out to smoke, he'll be back soon.

The night is still warm, but not uncomfortably so -- he doesn't even shiver as he stands a respectable distance away from the other man, fishing out his own pack of cigarettes from a jacket pocket. Then, carefully, he makes a show of patting himself down -- pushing the leather of his coat against his torso and making it clear that yes, he's wearing a crop top and yes, he's got some muscles to him.

Once he's satisfied, he turns to the other man with a grin. )

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