Pt.2 Love Letters Teacher!Germany x Student!Reader

"Ja..." the teacher backed off a little as he let you sit up. 

"Why?" Your voice had gotten irate, "You didn't seem like you cared when you told the whole class!"

"Your emotions...." Mr. Ludwig began, "I wanted to see them." He stood upright and went to the coat hanger to grab his jacket.  

In an angry befuddlement you asked again, "Why?"

"Because..." he held a hand out to you to coax you off the desk, "it makes you beautiful."

Your face reddened deeply as you took his hand and slid off the desk. You hated this part. In every anime you have ever watched the girl turns 'tsundere' or defensive and unfortunately you were one of these girls. You did not want to seem weak. But how were you weak in this situation? Obviously Mr. Macho in front of you was being quote-on-quote 'weak'. But how is being honest with your feelings weak? In fact, you thought that was the strongest a person could ever be. I guess it's a double edged sword, you contemplated. 

As you stood by the desk thinking, you opened your mouth to speak when you realized Mr. Ludwig was not there. Then you see him with his jacket on and something in his hand as he walked back over to you. You noticed how he was at least a foot taller than you. Then he showed you your knife that he threw across the room just moments before and put in your hand. "Uh...thanks," is all you could mutter at this point.

"No problem," the German replied, "You should be heading home now, no?"

"My ride left an hour ago. I have nowhere to stay tonight due to my parents kicking me out and all," you sighed. This was becoming a daily ritual for you, "I usually just sleep on a bench at the nearby park."

Your teacher's eyes widened, "But it's supposed to rain tonight."

"Rain or shine," you chuckled soberly as you noticed the rain hitting the window on the other side of the room. Can it be anymore cliche or what, you thought. 

"Well," the teacher blushed slightly, "you could sleep at my house tonight and stay the weekend."

You forgot it was Friday, "I guess I have no other choice....Other than the park bench." 

"Let's go then."

You smile, "Okay."