Straight up stole this idea from Hello_Im_Crazy279 since she's original while I'm running out. Happy teachers day, this is dedicated to the 3 teachers that always act like best friends/people in a relationship.
Warnings: Well cursing I actually think.
Ages: 30?
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Kenny's POV.

"Okay okay. Class, it's time for the morning opening. Line up," I say.

Immediately the boys and girls go into a line, the front one takes my hand.

"Mr. McCormick?" They asks.

I smile.

"What is it, An-?" I start.

"I would appreciate being called Eko as that's my name," they say.

I nod.

"Alright then, Eko," I say.

We go into the morning opening in a straight line until it's time to sit down. Which is the time everyone goes their own ways.

"Hey," Kyle says.

"Hello Mathematician," i say.

He laughs.

"Is Stan coming?" He asks.

"Okay, my left ear is deaf. That does not mean I'm completely unaware of when you talk about me," Stan says.

All of us laugh.

"Today is the October 5th, the national teachers day," the principal says.

"Yesterday was fucking what... pet day?" Stan asks.

"Yeah. You haven't been in Finland long enough," I say.

"Hey! I came here the same year," Kyle says.

"Yeah. Because we need someone from both Philippines and Scotland.  What else?" I ask.

"Fucking racist," Kyle says.

"Being from somewhere outside of Finland doesn't make me racist. You're not Asian," I say.

"Isn't your job drawing, not acting like you know everything?" Kyle asks.

"So. I know you like Marvel," Stan says, turning to me.

"Like it? I took 10 minutes to lecture the class I'm here with... just to list the best films," I say.

"And you got away with that how?" Kyle asks.

"Said we talked about comics since we're making one," I say.

"You're with my class right now, Ken. If you corrupt them into liking Thor I will kill you," Stan says.

"Yeah yeah. My class said you exploded a bomb," Kyle says.

"I mean, don't get jealous because you have to sit on your ass and fix maths tests. Plus, it was a controlled experiment," Stan says.

"Alright. Remember to wish teachers happy teachers day, moving on," the principal says.

All of us laugh.

"But really. Maths is probably the best subject. The students love me," Kyle says.

"Really now? Or is it only F that loves you?" Stan asks.

"Hey! Being in the maths class just makes them better at it. I get quite a lot of students that take the collage tests in seventh year, they're fucking geniuses," Kyle says

"I get students interested in each other's relationships and bombs. Me and a couple joke around quite a lot. Although I should learn to keep my mouth shut," Stan says.

"You shouldn't. I'm bound to be a lot worse," I say.

"What have you lectured?" Kyle asks.

"Hm, politics, Marvel, work, children, my kids, life and the world," I list.

"Hey. You can go about without joking for two minutes," Stan says.

"What kinda of jokes?" Kyle asks.

"Well amongst others I've told someone that their soul is black, that I want invitation to about 12 weddings, 5 between the same boy and girl with different people, I have called the warning signs racist, called a child a murderer, said that a cat looks like a disappointed mother, said that I hate the forest which the kids got up and arms about, told a kid to drink something that could kill them, said that 12 years olds giving birth is becoming common, made too many ear jokes for me to actually count, kept kids after class just to joke with them-," Stan starts listing.

The fact he lacks a left ear must be a big joke.

"Oh yeah, and I explode a controlled bomb for all 7th years in their tenth class," Stan says.

"I would have loved you as my teacher when I was their age," I say.

Stan laughs, loudly.

"No but seriously, all my teachers were Kyle 0.5's," I say.

"I'm better than them?" Kyle asks.

"Cuter, funnier and all around a much cooler guy," I say.

"My chem teacher was awesome-," Stan starts.

"Yes, you've told us about the time him and you went to solve something together and fucking Helsingin Sanomat came and made an article about it," Kyle says.

"Thank you for the nice class, Kenneth," Eko says.

"Thank you, go on, you'll have to get out," I say.

They sigh at their failed attempt and leave.

"So you wanna take a bit of coffee? It's your frees too," I say.

"Tea but I guess," Stan says.

We all go to the third floor to get a fucking piece of pie and coffee or tea.

"What's with all the shit about today?" Stan asks.

"It's a cool day," Kyle says.

I shrug and just drink my coffee.

"I love both of you," Kyle says.

He just takes papers from the cabinet and starts fixing them.

"Oh fuck, I own people 7 Moomin lollipops," Kyle says.

"What?" Stan asks.

"The people that haven't fucked over their year get lollipops. I've done this since forever," Kyle says.

He continues fixing papers.

"Do you listen to news from the Philippines?" I ask.

"Hard not to, I have friends there now," Kyle says.

"What happens there?" I ask.

"All the talk about is the goddamn storm. Had me worried sick," Kyle says.

"I understand," Stan says.

"How's Scotland?" I ask.

"Don't know much more than about the fact someone Finnish got work there," Stan says.

We continue to stare ahead for a minute.

"But I meant to talk to you, Stan. Don't come into my classroom without a warning," Kyle says.

"Fine fine," Stan says.

Both of them kiss. I roll my eyes.

"Both of you come in mine," I say.

"Won't anymore," Kyle says.

Stan nods. I roll my eyes and kiss both of them individually.

"I highly doubt that," I say.