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Gumball wondered into the staff-room quietly, his head low and body weary. His head fuzzy, having not yet had his morning boost of caffeine yet, having been in a hurry to get to work. He took his job very seriously and made sure to be punctual even at the cost of his own well-being, not wanting to get fired because he was lazy.

Though usually organized in the morning. He hadn't the energy to get his shit together, it had taken everything he had just to get in the shower and not throw up this morning. He hadn't even thought about what to wear this morning, he just grabbed what was comfortable and looked appropriate. Then made his way to the school for the morning.

His eyes hung open wearily and he placed his bag at his desk. Time for another morning of bullshit and moody teenagers. None of them respected him and most made fun of him. If not for the fact he loved his job and the ability to inspire youths. He would never show up for work and have quit a long time ago. Seeing as he was rarely if ever respected by his students.

They never really paid attention in class and more often that not teased the crap out of him. If not for the fact he was a respectable person, he would love to give them a piece of his mind. Just because they were students and young, did not give them the right to speak so badly to him. He would not tolerate abuse from a bunch of mouthy, ignorant teens who would rather slack off.

He then slumped on the chair at his desk, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. His body heavy and his eyes low. God, he couldn't remember the last time he had been so utterly exhausted. Having made sure to go to bed on time in the past, knowing how important sleep was given how tiring his job could be on him mentally.

He felt like when he would pull all-nighter's at college, using coffee to make it through essays that needed to be done. Though because of it, at the time he had suffered bad insomnia. A lot had happened recently, though he had Marshall had now been together at least a month. Having established their relationship further and becoming comfortable with one another.

They had come a long way since the awkward confession and coffee date. Though they were not open as a couple, they weren't hiding it either. Simply keeping it as their own business and they had nothing to hide. Why did they have to validate their relationship to anyone? They loved each other and that was all they needed to know.

He had a key to Marshall's place while the latter had a spare key to his own. Allowing them to see one another whenever they wanted, though other issues would often keep them apart. It wasn't easy and often stressful, but distance made the heart grow fonder. The longer they were apart, the more they longed for one another. Meaning when they saw each other, it was even better.

It was only a relief that they were co-workers meaning they could see each other at work. Though often it was only glimpses and brief moments of sharing a kiss, it made him very happy. Being able to catch glimpses of one another before heading to class or when they were busy. Giving them a sense of happiness they could not explain.

Despite having been in a relationship a while, they were taking things slow in some areas. They hadn't yet slept with one another physically, but they were affectionate with one another. But he was happy, he couldn't remember the last time had been this happy with someone. It was just a lot of work given the energetic lifestyle his significant other was used to living.

Monochromicorn approached him quietly, not having seen Gumball look so exhausted before. Just what kind of trouble had he gotten into lately? More so, why hadn't he said anything? They were best friends, weren't they? Why would he keep secrets from him, he would always be here when he needed to talk. That was what friends were for wasn't it? Support?

"Gumball?" he asked worriedly. He didn't look so good, he was paler than usual. if he was that exhausted, he should just go home and rest. Nothing would come of pushing himself like this. He needed to look after himself more, neglecting himself would not only hurt him but worry Marshall. He needed to think about how his actions would affect those around him more clearly.

Gumball peered at him wearily, trying his hardest hide his annoyance. He really didn't want to face these little shits today, but it was part of his job, so he would tolerate it for now. As much as he wished he could lay peacefully in bed and ignore his responsibilities. He would get through this as best he could, but a good cup of hot coffee would be nice.

"What the hell happened to you? You look like shit" Ash cried in a panicked tone. Was he sick? Had he gotten a stomach bug? Was he hungover? What had happened to make him look like this? He was surprised he had even come into work in his state, he could have easily called off from work again if he was really feeling that shitty.

Gumball blinked then yawned heavily, rubbing his eyes "I was up all night, barely got any sleep" he explained. He and Gumball had gone to a live mike session, then went for drinks after. Losing track of time together. But it had been the most fun he had in ages, lost for words and in utter awe of Marshall's chords. The voice of an angel.

It had been a perfect date and he had so much fun with him. Never wanting it to end, later going back to Marshall's apartment and then curled up in bed together. Enjoying peaceful sleep. Though he had known he had work the next morning, he didn't care. He threw away his cares and decided to have some fun with Marshall. Just wanting to make memories together.

Monochromicorn was visibly stunned, Gumball had never been a person who stayed up late. He always went to bed at a reasonable hour and made sure to be very work orientated. However, he got a feeling that Marshall had been the cause. Not that he was mad, but he thought that Marshall would take his role as a teacher a little bit more seriously.

But Gumball was a big boy and could look after himself, but that didn't mean he would stop worrying about him. "Well, as long as you're not sick. But just consider going to bed earlier" he replied in a warning tone. Though he was free to do what he wanted, he should still use his head. Thinking about the consequences of his actions more clearly.

Gumball nodded weakly but slumped over again. He would take that into consideration next time, but for now he didn't want to hear it. His head hurt too much and all he wanted was to go back to sleep. Making him wish he had taken painkillers with him to ease his aching head, making his lack of sleep easier to tolerate.


Fionna stood at her desk quietly, sipping some juice. A sense of concern nipping at her conscience for not doing anything to help him. She noticed that Gumball was looking a little bit worse for wear. Wondering what could be troubling him, as he always seemed so happy. Seeming like nothing could ever bother him, always so positive.

He had bags and looked visibly exhausted, but he had always been an early bird. Now he looked like he was having nightmares of suffering insomnia for whatever reason. She couldn't help but worry about him, he was a hard worker but often neglected himself. Putting other people's wellbeing before his own, which caused situations like this.

She wanted to speak to him and ask about what was going on in his life. But he looked like he didn't want to face anyone. Simply slumping upon his desk with his head rested upon it comfortably. So, she decided to keep her distance and watch from afar for the time being. But she hoped to speak to him later, when he was in a more sociable mood. Then decided to get back to her own paperwork.


Marshall entered the staff-room quietly, a peaceful hum escaping his lips as he moved towards his desk. He was in such a good mood he doubted anything could bring him down today. Last night had been amazing and he had so much fun with Gumball. He wished he could do it all over again and glad they had taken photos to remember.

Singing and dancing all night long, drinking alcohol and sharing their love. Later going home to cuddle up in bed together, laughing in their sleep as they shared their memories of the previous evening. He was still a little sleepy, but thankfully he had coffee and filled his blood sugar. Feeling more peppy and energetic than he had earlier. But had been saddened to see Gumball had left early.

He had hoped to snuggle a little and have breakfast together, however had been met with an empty bed and no Gumball. But had been relieved to find a not explaining he went to work. Though disappointed he understood, Gumball was expected to set up early and be on time for his class. He had more pressure on him than anyone else, though he didn't show it.

To cheer himself up, he sang a small song under his breath as he had made his way to work. Hopes of lightening the situation and recovering from his lingering exhaustion that wanted to return. "Slow dance with you…. I just wanna slow dance with you" he hummed to himself. It was a new song he was working on and hoped to share with Gumball when he was finished. Of all the criticisms he would receive, Gumball's mattered most of all.

It was a song that came from the point of view of in this case, a guy singing to his crush. However, in reality the song was not limited to any specific gender whatsoever. It was simply a love song. He had worked for ages on it and had been inspired to create the song after dating Gumball. His love inspiring such a sweet and cheesy song that showed his feelings for the pink haired male.

Simone looked up and saw Marshall singing to himself. He was awfully perky, and his face was glowing. Ever since he got together with Gumball, he had become so much happier. But she had also noticed the subtle hints they were together. Such as the fact that Gumball was wearing a rock shirt she had never seen before. Having never worn such a thing before in the past.

He had a bite on his neck that could only be made by one person. Marshall was in a good mood, his hair was messy and ruffled, wearing his usual red checked shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She chuckled to herself in amusement, honestly. These two were so made for each other, they took their time becoming official. But she was glad to see that Marshall was genuinely happy.

"I see you've found new inspiration Bubba" she teased fondly. It seems other than his own happiness, Gumball was inspiring his music career and creative talents. That was love for you. It made you feel all sorts of emotions and often caused the focus of your affections to become your muse. But she had never expected Gumball to be such an impact on her stepson.

Marshall blinked, realizing she had heard him causing him to feel embarrassed. The song had just been stuck in his head for so long and he was trying to sort out the lyrics still. He shifted awkwardly "I uh… was thinking about writing a new song" he explained. It had been a while since he had, but thanks to Gumball he had found a new sound that he had to write down.

Simone chuckled. Ah young love was truly one of the most precious things in the entire world. Marshall cared so dearly about Gumball, as shown by his gestures and now new songs. "I'm sure he'll love it dear. It would make a nice present" she reassured him. Marshall was such a thoughtful boy, Gumball would certainly be spoiled by his affections. He really had no idea how lucky he was.

Marshall gave her a grateful look, giving him a boost of confident he never knew he needed. He then headed towards his desk which was nearby his beloved Bubba's, meaning he could say good morning. As he approached, his eyes widened in awe. Instead of looking perky and going over paperwork, Gumball was leaned over his face and had his face rested on his hand wearily.

He looked terrible, utterly worn out. He had no idea of what could have happened, things had been going well as far as he knew. But he felt the need to comfort his beloved bubba. He quietly approached the pink haired males desk quietly and stroked his pink hair affectionately. "You ok Bubba?" he asked in a worried tone. He could tell something was bothering him.

Gumball softened and looked up wearily, he gave Marshall a fond look. Not wanting to take out his bad mood on his boyfriend when he was so visibly worried about him. "Just tired" he replied in a reassuring tone. He would feel better after having a cup of tea and having a nap during break. It would allow him to feel more refreshed.

Marshall softened but looked worried, they still had some time before class and Gumball was in no state to face anyone. He still couldn't believe he had the energy to get up this morning. It just goes to show how resilient Bubba was, not letting anyone see just how exhausted he was in real life. Showing how protective he was of his secrets.

He then shook Gumball gently, waking him from his sleep. He couldn't let him lay here like this and he wanted to bond with him. At least with this, he could be closer to Gumball. He didn't care who stared and he would glare at anyone who even judged them. He loved Bubba and they were boyfriends, so they could do whatever they wanted. He had never been ashamed of the love he had for him even before they had started going out with one another.

Gumball wasn't happy about being woken up and shot him an annoyed look. He loved Marshall, but he didn't want to get up, he really wanted to get some sleep before class started. Last night had taken a great deal out of his energy amounts, needing to take a nap to allow himself to recharge his batteries. Having been socially drained.

Marshall then sat in Gumball's chair quietly, then pulled Gumball onto his lap. Placing Gumball's knees over his lap and placing his head on his chest. Wrapping his arms around Gumball affectionately. The latter surprised by his gesture at first, but then slowly eased into his embrace and rested his head on his chest affectionately.

Gumball softened, Marshall's chest was warm and soft. He smelled musky and he felt himself falling asleep. How had he never noticed how comfortable Marshall was before? "Wake me up before class starts" Gumball muttered quietly. He wanted to be on time to teach his students. Not wanting to sleep through the bell as he would get into trouble.

Marshall hummed and chuckled to himself "I promise" he replied affectionately. He then started stroking Gumball's hair gently as the latter began to take a nap on his chest as he held him protectively. Just wanting to enjoy the moment before the bell rang meaning they had to be separated from each other.