Love Lance

Professors

Ship - Hance
Top- Hunk
Bottom- Lance

Third Person POV

It was just a regular day at the workplace for Hunk. He'd had his morning coffee and was currently sitting at his desk arranging papers, tons, and tons of papers with doodles, wrinkles, and unintelligible handwriting. Hunk was a teacher, a primary school teacher, and he taught a class of primary (year 5) kids. They were learning how to do their cursive in small words and letters. It was not going well. Hunk chuckled softly under his breath, eyes skimmed over the papers briefly before filling them individually for each child. He had at least twenty minutes before they all filled the room. He got up and wiped down the whiteboard from the day prior and wrote the new days date and topic to start class. He tidied up some toys, pencils, and other bits and bobs that had been scattered across the floor.

"The cleaners barely cleaned," he muttered to himself.

He swept up whatever he could quickly before stepping out of his classroom. He saw Lance walk past in a brisk walk, a little late thought. Their eyes met, and Hunks heart skipped a beat at the soft smile that was sent his way. He was a new teacher in witching the school, about 4 weeks in, but that didn't stop hunk from falling head over heels for him. Lance was sweet and kind and cute. They had only had small talk here and there, but Hunk really wanted to change this. He wanted to bold and break that barrier between them. He wanted to know Lance, know him more than his smile, and a quick glance in the hallways. He wanted to kiss him - Hunk shook his head quickly. A light blush dusted his cheeks at his passing thought. He scolded himself internally.

Moments later, the bell rang out, and he stood, greeting his kids to the class as they walked in one by one. Bags and coats were hung up, and shoes were exchanged to the indoor rubbers. He called for everyone to take their seats and begun with attendance. Everyone was present, and class began. He wrote up on the board that they would be starting cursive again, papers were passed out, and practice began. Similarly, Lance was teaching art. In the year block above Hunk, he taught a classroom of primary sixes (year 6) they were doing art. Lances's class was a bit more unruly and harder to settle as older kids are, but he continued throughout the day without an issue that was paint related. The first break took place, and Hunk got yet another passing smile and wave from Lance. He returned the gesture but frowned upon watching him leave. He sighed and returned to his classroom. The kids all squealed and giggled, providing a familiar white noise as Hunk set up the next lesson while simultaneously snacking. A small knock came from his door. It started him, and he turned, consequently knocking over a jar of pencils.

"Crap..." he muttered.

"Sorry, I never meant to startle you," a soft voice came from the door way before a hand appeared, helping Hunk with the scattered pencils.

Hunk looked up, coming face to face with Lance. His eyes were even prettier up close - Hunk shook his thoughts from his head once more. Lance placed the last pencil in the jar and handed it back to Hunk, Hunk took it, and their hands connected over the others briefly. Even that small warm touch had Hunks heart doing back flips in his chest. He stood, and so did Lance.

"T-thanks," he cleared his throat. "Thank you,"

"You're welcome." Lance softly smiled. "Mr Garret"

"Hunk, you can call me Hunk." He smiled sheepishly. "Is there any way I can help you..? You knocked"

"Oh," a light pink dusted Lance's cheeks, but Hunk thought he was imagining things. "Yes, of course."

"What can I do to repay you?" Hunk joked slightly and enticed a giggle from Lance. And there was his heart, backflipping once more.