On a warm, lazy, sunny spring day, all anyone could think about was playing outside. A gentle breeze swept through the windows and into the classroom, lifting the corners of papers and ruffling hair. All eyes that weren't glued to the clock and waiting for the final bell were closed in bliss; heads were on desks and hands were doodling idly in notebooks. Another breeze, this time a little softer, and—
WHAP! All heads shot up at the sound of a ruler hitting wood, reverberating in the thick silence. "No one said you could sleep," a cold voice drawled, matching the unamused look in equally cold blue eyes. They seemed to suck the warmth out of the room.
A few students shivered.
"Please get back to work," a softer voice added. The sapphire eyes shifted to the source of the other voice, locking with gentle violet. "I think I liked you better as the principal's assistant. You're not the best teacher."
Set, the blue eyed man, snorted. "I hate children. What do you expect?"
Mahaad, his fellow teacher and partner, did his best not to comment. He turned his eyes to the class again, smiling a little when they rested on a small, green eyed girl with long brown hair. Her head was currently in her arms, and she looked like she was struggling to keep her eyes open. "Ma—" he managed to say, before Set was standing and slamming his ruler against the desk again.
"Mana! Would you do us all the pleasure of staying awake?"
She shot up in her seat, her face turning a bright red. "Sorry, Professor," she mumbled, picking up her pencil and trying to get back to work.
A white haired boy next to her chuckled, leaning back and putting his feet up on his desk. Luckily, neither teacher was watching.
"You know she's my favorite student," Mahaad accused in a fierce whisper, his eyes narrowed.
Set crossed his legs in his chair, shifting a little so he was closer to Mahaad. "But I thought I was your favorite?" he faux-pouted, a smirk playing at his lips.
"Not anymore," Mahaad replied. Before Set could angrily retort, the door to the classroom opened, revealing the diminutive stature of the principal.
"Set, Mahaado," he greeted kindly, smiling. "Students."
Some of them half-heartedly waved; others remained with their heads on their desks.
Atem's smile faltered. "Err, Set, I'm going to need you to come back to the office."
Set's smirk widened. "But, at lunch, Mahaad and I were going to—"
"Don't say it, or we will not. Ever again." Set stopped speaking, folding his hands in his lap.
Students raised their heads and snickered.
Atem cleared his throat and took a step back out of the classroom. "Yes, well. Set, I'll be, err, expecting you." He closed the door after him as he left.
Soon after, the lunch bell rang. A few students hung back, watching Set and Mahaad with critical eyes. "Viewings aren't free," Set said calmly.
Mahaad let his head fall into his hands. "God," he muttered.
The rest of the students left, leaving the door open. Set stood up and all but slammed it closed, locking it. "Ready?"
"I told you no."
"You told me maybe no."
"Well it's no now."
Set glared and came closer. "Mahaad."
"You have ten minutes."
Students passing in the hall were tempted to stop, but didn't. It had happened enough before.