All Year Round Up ( VOXTO ONESHOT // TEACHER AU )

100? Make that 101 !

"Bye Professor Shoto!!" The kids all yelled and chimed together once leaving the fond and familiar classroom. The purple haired teacher smiled gleefully as he watched his beloved students flee their room that held so many memories of them all. Playfully patting and ruffling each of their hair and even doing secret handshakes he had within the students, they all bid a farewell.

He was so damn proud that they were done with their school year and no one failed. Sure, some were lower than most but they fucking pushed through and that's what matters, right? He still teached them until he no longer could shove any unwanted information down their brains.

Shoto may have been one of the more popular teachers in the academy, more talked about lately and had a sudden spike in chit-chats within the youngsters. He wasn't that much old compared to the highschoolers, he may even be the same age as some college students.

But he sure was loved and adored by most and many. He remembered the first time he had ever gotten a gift from a student and he fucking cherished that shit with his whole heart.

It was a bracelet that spelled Shoto's name with lettered beads. Needless to say, he wore the bracelet all day, everyday. He wanted to show it off, proudly and cheerfully aswell. He would even smirk whenever a teacher would question about it. Explaining that his dear student presented it to him and how awesome he was.

On the younger side of teachers, he got along well with his class. Having the same humor as most of them, he joked and laughed alongside his little brats.

"Shoto~!" A voice called out. Ah yes, their history teacher, Vox Akuma. A teacher he is quite fond of by this point. Though they weren't on the best of terms at first, they slowly but surely grew familiar with each other. He would even call him his friend rather than just some colleague.

He would even go out and spend his lunch with him while his students chatted and ate on their break. They would snicker and laugh whenever they saw their usual professor escape the midst of their chaotic classroom. Some even made rumors with some teachers.

As highschoolers are, most of these rumors were romantic ones. He didn't think his class would participate if he was honest. He didn't expect his class to be openly so gay towards him and others.

"Vox." He said the other's name with a grin, he was practically beaming. "I see you got another surge of gifts, ey?" The history professor laughed as he pointed towards the piled gifts ontop of Shoto's table.

He blushed when he realized the sudden amount. "You'd think I'd get use to it by now." Chuckling to himself, how could he get use to such nice treatment? It's a blessing at this point, he loved how his students reciprocated their own love towards him so willingly.

Vox wasn't as different as him, though he may he older by a few years. He has the same exact treatment as Shoto does. His students messing with him even if some were intimidated at first, can't blame them.

Shoto remembered the rumors of the scary strict history teacher that roamed the halls. Like some sort of mystical legend. He may or may have not been a bit cautious when he saw the man himself walk past him. He may or may have not hurried away from the utter presence of the man.

It was a funny story on how they met, to be honest. Shoto accidentally stumbled infront of the scary figure that he froze within his tracks. Not daring to speak, so the other did for him. Later on, he realized how the rumors were so dumb and stupid.

Vox wasn't some scary guy who will devour you within sight, he was a funny dude. A genuine one who doesn't stray away from questions that most wouldn't even dare answer. Brave yet has a big heart, he's admirable in Shoto's eyes.