One

It was just a normal day of a Japanese class. They were going over the good old passive and active voices when they were interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

Even their teacher looked surprised at the knock, and his surprise only increased when he opened the door to greet the visitor.

"Kurochin," Murasakibara drawled out, his enormous frame being far too tall for him to fit into the doorway.

Kuroko blinked at the sight of his friend standing at the opening of the classroom door before greeting his friend," Murasakibara," He greeted with a small smile," Its nice to see you but may I ask what you are doing here? I am in the middle of teaching a class. "

"Ah," Murasakibara peaked his head into the classroom, letting everyone get a look at his rather blank and bored face. His hair was still a nice lavender and was a few inches shorter than what he had it when he was a teenager. Except now, he at least took the time to slick his hair back, letting everyone get a good look at his face," Sorry about that Kurochin."

Kuroko started to get a little bit annoyed with the way his students were giggling and laughing at his nickname.

Murasakibara held up a large cloth bag as if it was some type of offering," Kurochin, would you look inside this bag?"

Kuroko made a face at that, and it was obvious that he was confused by the request. but trusting his friend, he peered into the bag. Because who would be suspicious of an empty cloth bag?

He should have been suspicious of the empty cloth bag.

He yelped when Murasakibara pulled the bag up and over him in one swift movement. Before effortlessly picking up their comparatively tiny teacher and throwing him over his shoulder.

"Atsushi!" His students were shocked by just how aggressive he sounded at that moment, but they couldn't blame him.

"Sorry kids," Murasakibara said apologetically as Kuroko struggled against him.

"Put me down!"

"I have to borrow Kurochin."

"ATSUSHI!"

He pointed at them as if he wasn't the one doing something wrong by kidnapping their teacher," Don't do anything bad. Behave."

"PUT ME DOWN!"

"Geez, calm down Tetsuchin," He closed the door, but they could still hear his voice on the other side of the door," I'm just borrowing you for a little bit."

"I AM AT WORK! YOU CANT JUST 'BORROW' ME!"

"Its going to be quick."

"THATS NOT THE POINT ATSUSHI!"

And all Akira could do was just stare at the closed door and listen to his mentor protesting as he was carried away from the classroom.

It was silent.

He didn't know who said the next words, but he agreed with them.

"What the fuck just happened?"

Two

"Woah," They were all practically drooling at the sight of their discovery," Dude."

"Dude." His friend returned," whose ride is this?"

They admired the motorcycle, it was a sleek and black motorcycle that was clearly built for speed. It looked expensive, and like something that would make their dreams of speeding down the highway come true.

"I have no idea," He walked around the motorcycle admiringly,"...Lets take it?" He grinned devilishly at that and his friend returned his grin.

They had been walking around the school after it was let out, bored out of their minds as they tried to avoid their afterschool detention. And it was a wonderful surprise that they had found the motorcycle hidden away in the farthest corner of the teacher's parking lot, hidden between a few of the cars.

If they hadn't seen the gleam of the metal, they never would have seen it.

"Don't you two have detention with your math teacher," They jumped out of their skin at the voice that was suddenly behind them.

"Besides," Kuroko narrowed his eyes as he stared down at the two delinquents," I wouldn't appreciate it very much if you stole my only form of transportation."

They both cowered at the sight of their teacher.

Even though their teacher was usually calm and passive, he was scaring the shit out of them at the moment.

His blue eyes were narrowed at them, and his blue hair was slicked back, leaving his scar out in the open. For some reason, the addition of his scar made him even scarier.

"T-thats your motorcycle sir?" They took a wide step away from the bike.

Kuroko, who looked drastically different now that he had changed into his riding gear. He had picked his riding gear partly out of fashion, and partly out protection.

He had heard far too many stories of people dying or getting hurt because they had had an accident without the proper clothing.

He almost died once and he could say with 100 percent certainty that it was not fun.

He was staring down at the two students as he stood in his thick leather, metal-plated jacket, his high-ankled black combat boots that had thick riding pants tucked into them.

"Yes, this is my motorcycle," He put away his bag into a compartment, and swinging his leg over the bike, he sat down. Flicking the switch by his thumb, he turned on the engine and let it idle as it warmed up," And I would appreciate if the two of you left it alone. Now," Kuroko pulled the helmet over his head but left the mask up.

"I would suggest you go to your detention," His voice was muffled because of all of the foam that was inside of the helmet," Mrs. Himura will suspend you if you do not go."

And much to their horror, he flicked the mask down and left without telling them another word.

Had it any other time, they would have been talking about what a badass exit their teacher just made.

Instead, they were horrified, as they had no idea if the man was serious about Mrs. Himura suspending them if they skipped their detention.

"Shit!"

Three

Ire just tried his best to not show the confusion and almost disgust that he was feeling as he listened to his classmates.

It was a school trip to the beach.

And for SOME reason.

All of the girls, and a decent amount of the boys, were excited to see their Japanese teacher in swimwear.

He had no idea. He didn't want to see his friend in swimwear, at least, not to drool over him.

Because one, that was his friend.

And two, he would much rather look at his friend as a sort of family member rather than a love interest.

And just no.

If he ignored the fact that Black was his friend, he was still eight years younger than his teacher and he wasn't interested in dating someone who was so much older than him.

But the point was that he didn't understand why everyone wanted to see the teacher just to thirst over him.

Standing under a beach umbrella, Ire watched his classmates as they all played under the sun and got sunburned.

He was the only male there that had decided to wear a long sleeve swim shirt. While he told everyone it was because he didn't want to get sunburned, in reality, he was hiding the bruises he got from a few weeks ago.

"Hey," He yelped at the voice that suddenly came from behind him," Why aren't you swimming with your friends?" He whirled around to see Black standing right behind him, a small smile on his face at the reaction he got out of his student.

His swim trunks were black, and just like his student, he was wearing a form-fitting, long sleeve blue swim shirt. His face was being protected from the sun with a pair of dark sunglasses and a black cap.

"Will you stop doing that!" Ire nearly stamped his foot in frustration," Stop scaring the shit out of me like that!"

With a wide grin on his face, Black shushed him with a finger up to his lips," Shhh, you don't want the others to hear."

Ire rolled his eyes as he shook his head. Waving off Black, he tried to get him away from himself," Whatever, go and turn everyone on with what you're wearing."

"I'm sorry, what?" Now the grin was gone from Black's face and he just looked extremely confused.

"...You didn't know...?"

"Didn't know what?" Ire looked up at his confused teacher with pursed lips and a face of regret.

He wanted to do nothing more but shrivel up and die at that moment. He didn't want to be the one to inform the older man just how much people were...attracted to him.

But someone had to tell him, "Well there's no getting out of this, everyones excited to see you shirtless because they're all horny for you."

Black stared at him, his mouth hanging open.

Ire stared back with an awkward look on his face.

"...Are you serious?"

"Yeah...I though you knew...?"

"Obviously not, I'm going back to the hotel, I'm not dealing with this."

"What! No come on! Lets go swim!"

"Nope. Nope," His voice had a tone of finality in it," I'm not dealing with a bunch of horny teenagers." He went to school with a bunch of teenagers, and his close friend was a horny teenager, and he teaches at a school where the teenagers were apparently horny for him. He had no problem with sitting in the hotel room by himself just to get away from said horny teenagers.

Turning onto his heel, he turned to leave the beach and return to the hotel.

Only for him to get tackled and picked up.

Ire winced at the impact that Black was subjected to, "WRATH!"

He didn't even have to look to know the look Black had on his face.

The sound of their teacher, who was known for being ever so calm and polite, screaming out in outrage like that, caught the attention of students and beachgoers alike.

"What did you expect when you invited me!?" Wrath cackled as he ran full speed towards the water, a struggling Black right over his shoulder the entire way.

"PUT ME DOWN!" Ire started chuckling at the sight of both of his mentors being completely barreled by a wave of water.

The two adults completely disappeared under the water and it took a few seconds before the two of them reemerged from the waves.

Black looked furious and downright murderous.

Wrath looked like someone had just given him a bag of candies.

Now that he was soaked, the shirt clung on even tighter to his skin. Letting everyone realize that the Japanese teacher was not as small and scrawny as they thought.

Students and teachers alike watched with wide eyes as the impressive muscles moved in ripples and waves under his shirt.

His biceps bulging as Black hauled Wrath over his shoulder and into the water, much to his joy.

Ire swore he could hear some of his classmates and schoolmates falling in love with Black at that moment.

"Get back here!" Black was running through the sand at an impressive speed, but Wrath was just a little bit faster. Much to Blacks anger

"No! You're gonna have to catch me!"

"Wrath!"

Wrath has never failed to bring out his friend's more violent and temperamental personality.

"Wow..." Ire heard his friend say loudly," Who knew that Mr. Kuroko had a temper."

'Oh,' Ire thought,' you have no idea'

Four

He stared at the two women.

The two women stared at him back, their hands paused as they tried to cover up a mark her husband left on her neck.

Ms. Tanaka turned a bright red as she realized that the mark her husband left was out in the open for her male coworker to see.

He blinked once, and then twice, before he politely excused himself, "Excuse me." Without saying anything, the Japanese teacher left the staff room, letting the women freak out over what just happened.

"There's no way he didn't see it."

"God, he's like a freaking ghost."

But just as fast as he left, the Japanese teacher was quick to return, this time with a small bag in his hands.

Taking no note of the way the women turned a bright red again, he approached them as he opened up the bag," Here, I have a few color correctors that can help you hide that bruise, I can explain how to use them if you'd like?" He finally looked up as he stood in front of them, giving them a small tilt to his head when he saw just the pure shock that was on their faces,"...Is there something wrong?"

"Um...may I ask why you have these color correctors on hand?"

He stared at them, blanking for a few seconds before he had a face of realization," Oh, I learned how to use them after I got this scar," He pushed his hair back, letting them get a good look at the scar that went across his brow," It stood out right after it healed and it would get me weird looks from people. I started to cover it up since," At that point, he gave them a bashful smile, showing a rare show of self-conscientious behavior as he rubbed the back of his neck," I still cover it up now, I've gotten rather good at using make up to cover things up because of that."

"Oh..."Both of the women looked down heartened at that, saddened at the news that one of the nicest and kindest members of the staff had been self-conscious enough to cover up his scar,"...well, if it makes you feel better, I think your scar makes you look rather handsome."

Ms. Tanaka cut in without even thinking," You've always been into the bad boys though and-oh!" They both turned to look at the Japanese teacher, although he had a very polite smile on his face, the expression of his eyes and the way his skin was turning a cherry red, they had thoroughly embarrassed him.

Turning to the side awkwardly, he coughed into his hand," I-well, leave it on my desk when you are done, and I will see you later." He left the room like they had just offered him a men's magazine.

The sight of the cherry red ears from behind made a chuckle almost bubble past their lips.

As soon as the door was closed, Ms. Tanaka said,"...Is it bad that I want to see him like that more...?"

"Rika!"

Five

"Oi..."Wrath leaned away from his friend, he knew that tone," She asked you to leave her alone..." He just watched as Black became a little bit more pronounced in his friend, as Black grabbed the man's collar and wrenched him down to his eye level,"...So leave her the fuck alone..." Wrath looked over his shoulder, making sure that his female co-worker was ok, and was not surprised when they saw the wide-eyed looks from them.

He knew that it was a surprise to see such a quiet, and polite man, act like that. Especially since Black was someone of average height and quiet disposition.

It was just a normal day of him and Black going out for a meal and a few drinks when they had run into some of Wraths co-workers. Both of them worked with him at the station's accounting apartment. Asahi was a tall and intimidating man who really had a quiet and gentle personality, and Hima was just as quiet but was quite attractive.

But for some reason, seeing an attractive woman, sitting with two intimidating men, and a smaller man sitting next to her, was not enough to drive off some drunkards.

Which led them to the current situation.

The drunkard looked visibly shaken and did not protest when Black shoved him away with a growl. Some of the drunkard's friends saw what had happened, and were quick to stand up to defend their friend. But as soon as they saw Wrath, and Asahi stand up, the both of them towering the other occupants of the restaurant, instead of defending their friend's honor, they quietly dragged him back to their table.

Asahi sat back down, slightly shaking after his body had pumped adrenaline into his veins. While Wrath took the chance to drag his own friend back to their table.

Surprisingly, Black did not protest his friend making him sit down, and even seemed to have something of a pout on his face," I wasn't going to do anything to him Wrath."

Asahi and Hima exchanged looks at the nickname, Hima silently mouthing the nickname with a confused look on her face.

"Yeah that's what you say now," Wrath said as he scooted further into the booth, making sure that he boxed in Black into the booth so he couldn't just leap out, "But don't you remember what happened at the beach."

Black scowled at that, surprising Wraths coworkers once again since he had been rather timid with them," I already told you Wrath, I had nothing to do with those disappearances."

Cue the horrified looks on Ashai's and Hima's faces.

"Is that why those teenagers were found buried in the sand with just their heads sticking out?"

Black shrugged his shoulder dismissively," They kept on making the little kids cry, I don't know what you want me to say."

Huffing, Wrath rolled his eyes as he moved past the topic," "Never mind."

Asahi and Hima sat there quietly, awkward looks on their faces and they exchanged looks. somehow, silently conveying the same message to each other.

What the fuck is wrong with these two?

CANCELLED SCENE

"You know," Ms. Tanaka said quietly, she moved some of the food around her plate as she spoke," I've been meaning to ask you Kuroko."

Kuroko perked up at the call of his name, a small smile on his face that was ever so slightly leaning towards being dipsy. He had been drinking beer, and while sake made his emotions unstable, and hard liquor just made him relaxed, beer tended to make him a little bit ditsy and loose-lipped.

"Yes?" The students had been long sent to sleep, and the few teachers who had remained awake were currently having a nice drink. Wrath was there with them, having being introduced by Kuroko, and was drinking with them.

No one else knew, but Wrath was primarily there to keep an eye on Kuroko and his overall well-being.

Not that it was an assigned role, he just did it instinctively

"Where did you get that scar from?" Wrath froze at the question, but the rest of the teachers had perked up.

All of them were curious about the scar and had often discussed it among themselves.

Wrath was just about to cut in and change the subject when Kuroko just blatantly told the truth. With no intentions of lessening the blow, he just threw it out there to smack everyone in the face.

"Oh, I got it when my father bashed me over the head when I was 16," All of their faces fell, and Wrath just smacked his forehead, but he continued, " I think. I dunno, he was trying to kill me so he hit me pretty hard and I don't remember a lot from that day." He shrugged his shoulders like he hadn't just admitted that his father tried to kill him.

All of his coworkers were staring at him with pale faces, and their mouths hanging open.

Kuroko was still sipping at his beer.

"Kuroko," Wrath groaned," W hy would you say it like that?"

Kuroko shrugged his shoulders again," Its not like I remember it, the last thing I remember is your stupid smiling face on my phone screen. You have a better memory of that day than me."

"You kill me sometimes you know that? And thats not the point," the rest of the staff was still staring at them, shocked beyond belief.

"O-oh," Mr. Sato stuttered out, his time-worn face showing his empathy for his much younger co-worker," I'm sorry that happened, I really am." That made all of the other coworkers mutter out their apology.

Wrath wanted to bash his head in when Mrs. Tanaka asked," So its just you and your mother now?"

"Do-"

"No, she was on my fathers side, its just me now. I would have been fine if it was just my father, but with her help, they almost killed me, you can thank Wrath here, he and his older brother saved my life. Which is why I tolerate this dumbass and his stupid fi-"

Wrath slapped his hand over Kurokos rambling mouth," Alright," he said nervously," Thats enough alcohol," He forcibly took Kurokos cup of beer out of his hand and set it down on the table," I'll take him to my room to keep an eye on him."

They all stared at him as he stood up and helped Kuroko out of his chair.

Leave it to him to ramble one of the few times they drink.

"I-is he going to be ok?"

"Huh?" He had Kurokos arm over his shoulder and his arm wrapped around Kurokos waist as he turned around. His friend was already leaning against him, his body bearing down more and more onto Wraths as his body processed the alcohol.

He was met with the sight with a few of his coworkers dabbing at their eyes with napkins, the others looking around uncomfortably.

"Oh, yeah, he'll be fine," He reassured them," I got him, he'll have a hangover but he'll be fine."

"We meant if hes going to be okay , you know...?"

"Ah, no he'll be totally fine. He seriously doesn't care anymore," Well he doesn't care when he doesn't drink sake," He's moved past it,"

As Wrath helped Kuroko out of the room, they couldn't help but doubt his words.