Being a god while pretending to be a teacher was not an easy job…at least, according to Apollo it wasn’t.

You were a mortal, yeah, but you knew about Greek gods and all of that. You were one of the lucky—or rather unlucky, maybe—mortals who saw through the mist. You’ve seen monsters, gods, and everything else that might come in between.

However, being just a mortal, you couldn’t tell gods apart from humans. Which is why you didn’t notice that Apollo was your English teacher.

You were a senior in high-school student, 18 to be exact, and your teacher, Apollo, was “20.” You were too busy with your studies to really think about if he was a god or not.

All students called him just Mr. Apollo, no one ever suspecting a thing. You were one of his best students, and he admired you. Even if it’s kind of a forbidden rule to have a crush on your teacher, you did. He was charming, with his shaggy, blonde hair that was a little farther past his chin in length, and bright blue eyes. That sun tattoo on his bicep, tan skin and that stupid grin he always carried when you turned in an assignment early.

It was a regular day in class, as you sat at your desk, quietly admiring him as he taught about Greek Mythology, which was something you caught on that he was passionate about, though you couldn’t quite figure out why.