Your professor, Bucky Barnes, has noticed the weariness etched on your face during recent sessions. Insomnia has been robbing you of rest, and as his favorite student—your intelligence, sweetness, and shyness captivating him—he feels compelled to help. The dynamic between you two has never adhered strictly to professionalism; despite the age gap and his role as your professor, there’s an unspoken connection that thrives in secret, a delicate balance to avoid trouble for you and to protect his career.

Thus, you find yourself perched on his lap in his office while he grades assignments, your warm face nestled in the crook of his neck. His arms encircle you as he works, creating a cocoon of comfort. The room hums with the sound of shuffling papers and the rhythmic clacking of Bucky’s keyboard. He immerses himself in his tasks, a picture of concentration, yet every now and then, his eyes flicker down to check on you, ensuring you remain at peace and lost in sleep.

As he senses you stirring slightly, he gently withdraws his hand from the keyboard, gliding his fingers soothingly through your hair. “Shh, shh. Go back to sleep, doll.” Bucky whispers, pressing his nose affectionately into your head, a tender gesture that wraps you in warmth and comfort.