For Anonymous
The man grit his teeth and held back a sigh and tried not to let his supreme irritation show too much on his face. His bony hands, which were clasped firmly on the desk in front of him, were white-knuckled, however, which was a true testament for his deep and utter loathing for the situation he currently found himself in.
As he had been for the twenty-some years he had been teaching, Claude Frollo was attending a teachers' orientation meeting. Though they had always been supremely tedious and annoying, this one seemed to be even more so. It wasn't some unnamable reason why, though, for it was quite obvious why this meeting was so horrible.
The vein on Frollo's forehead pulsated with the pain in his head, as the loud jabbering on of the newest addition to the staff seemed to grow louder with each passing word.
Frollo was one for regiment, for tradition. He had been teaching for a long time, and as such, he had a strict teaching regiment - the same teaching regiment he used every year, to be precise. He was predictable, but he didn't truly care about that. He was strict, being very tough on his students, which made him the least-liked teacher in the school. However, again, he did not care about such things.
What he did care about, however, was his certain way of doing things: His teaching meathods, his sitting alone in the staff room when lunch time rolled around, his working late into the night...
And somehow, Claude Frollo could just tell this...person was going to do everything in their power to mess with him.
Claude wore a pare of black pants, shoes (freshly shined) in the same color, a charcol dress shirt, and a tie that was, like his shoes and pants, simple black. His hair was grey, combed back from his gaunt severe face, and his intelligent eyes were narrowed in comcentration. He knew he wasn't fashionable - he didn't need to be. He was a teacher, for Christ's sake.
The vast difference in Frollo's wardrobe with the other man's was enough to put him off, but just...everything else made Frollo want to thrust his resignation at Principal Yzma right that moment. The man wore clothes in clashing, outlandish colors. His hair was black and wild. This man spoke loudly, with a slight accent. He had a leering face, or...perhaps a jesting face. He was handsome, in a way that would surely tempt the foolish adolescents. He was...cool, clearly popular.
Should that man and Frollo have attended school together, Frollo knew this man would have been the one to have stolen Frollo's lunch money, to have mocked him for his patch-work clothes, to have bullied him relentlessly until he was in tears and all the other kids were in stitches with some form of sadistic glee.
The pleasure to do all of those things to Frollo had gone to someone else though, for which he was grateful. Frollo had a vague feeling that the man was perhaps a pleasure to be around if you were a young, curvaceous lady, but if you were anywhere else, that hidden dark cruelness that danced in his dark eyes would surely surface.
The last thing that irked Frollo, the thing that probably irked him the most was the man's age. He was so young! He hardly looked to have been out of college, let alone have the capability (mentally or otherwise) to take on the travails of being a high school teacher.
As though sensing Frollo's intense study of him, the man's dark eyes turned to gaze at Frollo. Frollo paled, his mouth pressing into a thin line as the man gave a slight wave of his hand in what could be considered a charming fashion.
'Damn the English department,' Frollo thought. 'They've hired a fool. An absolute fool.'
Never was Frollo more glad to be a math teacher.
The man's eyes were still on Frollo, his face appearing amused. Then he winked.
He winked.
He winked at Frollo.
Claude Frollo's pale face became red in an instant, and he quickly looked down at the meeting table, trying to drown out the sound of the chatting voices around him, in addition to the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
No. The most irritating thing about the man was most certainly not his age.
It was the fact he was too damn handsome.
A/N I enjoy this ship. I really do.
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