You hated school for many reasons, but you only went for one reason, Mr. CherinKov. Mr. CherinKov was your history teacher who always made your day. He was a big Russian man with blue eyes and no hair at all on his head. His face was usually shaved when the weather was warm, and had a big booming voice that kept everyone in line. The way he disciplines the other kids made you laugh. Some days he would threaten death, or he would say something along the lines of, "I am most dangerous man in history of world!" He made you so happy. You had his class at the end of the day, but sometimes when you could you would go into his classroom and visit. Everyday at lunch, he would allow you to go eat lunch with him in his classroom. He ate sandwiches for lunch and you ate whatever you brought from home. He even helped you with our homework.
"Mr. CherinKov, I need your help with something else today." You told him as you walked into his classroom with your lunch. He took a bite of his sandwich and looked at you.
"What class is it?" He asked, wiping his mouth.
"It's not for any of my classes, it's for something I want to start doing." You answered as you pulled up a chair next to him.
"What is it?" He asked with a interested look on his face.
"I want to do character design. I want to design my own characters and start my own cartoon or something. I see all these awesome cartoons all the time and I wonder, how does someone do something so amazing?" You say.
Mr. CherinKov scratches his bald head and looks up as if he were deep in thought.
"Hmmm... Could you make something romantic?" He asked you.
Knowing him, you knew he wasn't the romantic type, but this surprised you.
"Uhmm, sure. What do you have in mind? I'll dedicate this to you." You told him, getting out a notepad and a pen.
"Story is about a strong handsome man name Heavy and a pretty girl name _______." He began.
You began jotting down the information that he give you until you stopped and realized that he said your name.
"M-Mr. CherinKov, I'm in this story?" You asked with a light blush on your cheeks.
He scooted closer to you.
"Da. I am handsome man who wants to marry pretty girl." He said in a deep low voice, staring into your eyes as if he had seen the most beautiful thing in the world. (Which is you!)
Your cheeks were twice as red. You looked down at your paper and covered your mouth.
"Misha. Is name of handsome strong man who loves _______ very much." He says with a gentle tone.
"I think Misha is a handsome name for you. It fits you perfectly." you told him.
"______", he says with a blush.
"Yes, Misha?" you answered.
" I want to make babies with you." he replied.
"Oh, Misha! I would love to!" you exclaimed, kissing the large man's cheek.
He pulled you into his lap and kissed your sweet lips.
"Good, because we start now."
Sorry that this is s short and disappointing chapter. I have been busy and tired lately and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting. To make it up to you guys, I will do a part two if this chapter and make it a lemon. Also remember that if you want to request something, feel free to let me know.
Love, Chloe
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FanficThis story is another one shot. It is lemon filled so beware. I am open for requests and feel free to give some feedback. Also, thank you for your time and support.