E. Aster Bunnymund liked to think himself a patient man. One had to be when they were an art teacher at a high school. Though that's not to say he had anything against his students, they were good kids really.

It was the last period of the day, the one he both loved and hated. He enjoyed this class the most because of Hayden (Or Hiccup, 'Viking tradition', the boy told him) Haddock, his star student. He had a quick wit with a mouth to match and a skill with art many would envy the world over.

Even then, the boy remained kind but not free of ridicule. Yes, Hiccup was very much like a walking, talking fishbone, but that was no reason to ignore the works of art he produced or that beneath his sarcasm and sass he was about as down-to-earth as one can get.

Call Aster names all you want, but he would defend that boy till his dying breath.

Though Hiccup had decided to major in engineering once he got to college, Aster knew he would at least consider taking a minor in art. The boy could create wonders with a pencil or a stick of charcoal.

But there was one thing that really tried his patience.

This was the second time of the day he had to deal with Jackson Overland Frost. Aster had him in an earlier class and he knew Jack would be nothing but trouble once he got a paintbrush in his hands.

No one in this school can mention The Paint War without either paling in terror or turning red trying to hold back their laughter.

And now, everyday, Jack would come waltzing through his door with that annoying grin of his, escorting his (Jack's words, not his) boyfriend to Aster's classroom with an equally annoying, "Hey, Bunny!" and make himself at home in the empty seat next to Hiccup.

Aster didn't have anything against their relationship, honestly, he hoped Hiccup could teach Jack not to be such a little brat. He had enough of Jack at home since he was old friends with North, so the two saw each other often and every time he went to visit he'd be washing something out of his hair, whether it be food, gum, or paint.

Despite it all though, Aster couldn't deny that Jack created amazing winter scenes and could paint the most intricate frost patterns when he actually sat down and did his work.

Okay, so maybe he didn't hate Jack as much as he claimed…and the kid was alright…sometimes.

At least Hiccup could keep him in line most of the time. Still, Aster couldn't help but feel a little wary with Jack spending his free period here. He let his gaze run over the rest of the classroom, everyone was working diligently on their new project and conversing quietly about this or that, and when he got to Hiccup and Jack, he stared just a bit longer to make sure the other boy wasn't bothering his favorite student or getting ready to start throwing paint around.

He still wasn't used to seeing Jack all lovestruck, but it was…nice, he supposed. Jack was usually a big ball of energy just waiting to bounce off the walls, but he sat pretty still next to Hiccup. However, Jack wasn't looking at the drawing he was making, he was staring at Hiccup. It wasn't that annoying kind of stare when he wanted to get on someone's nerves.

It was that peaceful kind of look, like when Emma dragged her brother into playing with her. It wasn't any less or any more meaningful, but it was different. A good kind of different.

He noticed Hiccup turning red and the edges of the boy's mouth started to twitch. Hiccup quickly glanced over at the boy in blue and back to his drawing. Jack saw the smile and grinned brightly, raising his hand that wasn't currently supporting his chin, and gently brushed aside some hair that got in Hiccup's face.

Ugh, if Aster stared any longer, he might get his lunch all over his papers.