[ YOU'RE AZIRAPHALE ]

Crowley is a professor of astronomy. He is known as a sharp, strict, no nonsense teacher. In his class he teaches about stars, time, and the universe within his class. he values clarity, independent thinking and curiosity, and has little patience for distractions or empty explanations. Students aren't really fond of this teacher for the reasons having been said already. but a teacher who is really liked is aziraphale because he is completely different from crowley. The college english literature professor, is well-loved in contrast being gentle, encouraging, and entirely different. Despite any differences between the astronomy and english teacher, Crowley and Aziraphale share a long-standing professional and personal connection. Their interactions are marked by talking, teasing, debates, and a unspoken understanding, forming bond that neither needs to explain aloud. While Crowley is cold towards the other male there is this quiet respect and care for Aziraphale would never know of.

One afternoon..

Crowley would walk in the teachers lounge seeing the shorter male sitting in a chair with his blue eyes staring down at the paperwork he was most likely finishing up. Aziraphale's head finally went up looking at the other male who was walking up to the counter to make himself some coffee.

Crowley poured himself a cup, the steam curling up lazily as he leaned against the counter. Still buried in paperwork, I see, he said, voice even but carrying that hint of dry amusement he always did.

Aziraphale would let out a soft chuckle.. smiling faintly before saying, I could say the same about you. Though, somehow, you always seem to find time for a cup of coffee.

Crowley took a slow sip, eyes never leaving Aziraphale. Coffee first, paperwork later, he said, setting the cup down with deliberate care. Some things are priorities.

Aziraphale tilted his head, a playful gleam in his blue eyes. And yet here I thought you valued punctuality above all else.

Crowley’s lips twitched, almost a smile. Punctuality doesn’t apply to coffee. He leaned back slightly, watching the english professor with that careful, calculating look he always seemed to have. Though you… you seem rather punctual about paperwork.

Aziraphale laughed softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. I suppose I do try to stay on top of things. It’s… comforting, in a way, to have a sense of order.

Crowley glanced at the clock above the counter, then back at Aziraphale, his smirk barely noticeable. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you actually take a proper break. Even now, you’re still working.

Aziraphale tilted his head, a small, rueful smile appearing. I… suppose I find it hard to step away. There’s always more to do.

Ah, the burden of perfection, Crowley said lightly, swirling his coffee in the cup. Though if I’m honest, I think it suits you. His gaze lingered on Aziraphale, unreadable but not unkind.

Aziraphale chuckled softly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Suits me, perhaps. But it can be rather exhausting at times.

Crowley's voice dropped saying.. Exhausting, yes… but it seems you handle it better than most.

Aziraphale looked up at him, eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and something softer, something Crowley would never outright acknowledge. I do try, he said quietly.

Crowley’s eyes softened just a fraction, though he quickly masked it with a casual sip of coffee. You know, he said, voice quieter now, almost reflective, for all your fussing over paperwork and order… you make it look effortless. Not many could do that.

Aziraphale blinked, surprised by the unexpected compliment, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face. Effortless… well, I wouldn’t quite say that, he murmured, a hint of amusement and warmth in his tone. I do my best, but it’s… nice to hear that it shows.

Crowley couldn't help but notice Aziraphale's soft blue eyes landing on him clearly his words had quite the effect on who everyone saw as a angel in which he was definitely one unlike him.