Your really cool Mr cheren but could you please give us less homework thank you!
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Mor snacks at snacktime! cookies no granola!
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Longer naps! AND NO HOMWORK!
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LESS HOMEWOR—
Cheren slapped down the stack of papers he was sorting through and leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sure, his students were bright—for 5 to 6 year-olds—and he loved them dearly, but when anonymous teacher evaluations came around, he often found his patience tried. He shut his eyes tight and sucked a considerable amount of air through his teeth, brow knitting in frustration. It would be futile to try to make them understand the ideas of a curriculum and school ordinance. He could try to make the students happy, of course, but what about their parents? He had already heard many a stern word from those 'concerned with his teaching methods' and how he should 'stop letting the kids goof off with pokémon and actually teach them something for once'. Would they rather he taught them about pokémon by just showing them pictures? Honestly, some people are just so…
"Something wrong, honey?"
Cheren opened his eyes, and felt his heart lighten when he saw the smiling face, framed with perfectly tea-green hair, beaming down at him.
"Nothing at all—just going through some papers," he sighed, tilting his head up to give his husband a quick peck on the nose. "It's that time again."
Aaron giggled happily, returning the favour with a kiss on the forehead before walking over to examine the stack himself. "Really? Already?" He thumbed his way through a few forms, glancing over the childish and demanding scrawl. "Things I would like: 'snaks and naps'… Don't you do give them those already? And I thought you had these done last quarter!"
The teacher waved his hand dismissively. "Just some sort of… feedback thing. I'm the newest member of the staff and I don't have any prior experience so I suppose they want to keep an eye on me. As you know my methods aren't exactly… conventional, either." His plush leather chair let out a slight sigh as he sunk further into its depths, another wave of headache crashing over him. Should they really be so paranoid about hands-on experience? His students weren't toddlers, for Arceus's sake, and the pokémon weren't wild, feral beasts with nothing better to do than attack children! Of course, there was that one time with the shinx but it was all sorted out, no harm done, he could certainly—
"GYAH!"
The gym leader snapped out of his trance with a jolt. Aaron's face was merely an inch away, pulled into an exaggerated grimace, fingers tugging at the edges of his mouth and baring teeth and tongue alike. Cheren immediately clasped a hand over his mouth, feeling immediate embarrassment for yelping so loudly. How long had he been lost in thought? How long had Aaron been hovering over him? He imagined how oblivious he must have seemed, and began to blush slightly, cursing his absentmindedness.
Aaron peered at his lover's somewhat reddened face, snickering triumphantly. "You spaced out again, you nerd! That's just what you get for ignoring me!" He tilted his head with a chuckle, leaning in close with a positively radiant grin, and Cheren suddenly found his thoughts elsewhere. Away from work. Away from students and lessons and parent-teacher conferences. His entire world was now focused around those sweet, soft lips smiling at him—and how much he wanted to kiss them and make him his own.